I feel as if I've been wasting away my time lately. I just keep noticing things that I do and I realize, "I could be doing something a lot more productive than this." For example, sitting on the internet. Yeah, it keeps me entertained and it gives me a chance to talk to some people I don't see at school, but I could get so much other stuff done. So, I'm not getting on as much as I used to. And it's nice. I hate when people assume things about others. Whenever we play water-polo, there aren't many people that will include me. They will automatically think, "oh, she's a girl and she probably can't do anything." It's crap! I'm not saying that I'm the best and that I want to be included all the time. I don't take the game serious enough to even care. It's just the fact that people will assume things like that. I think that's one of my biggest pet peeves. When people assume things. I guess I shouldn't be saying that because I'm guilty of it. But that's all some people do and I just want to smack them. Drat, I miss the swim team. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is one of my favorite Cursive songs: In the desert, where the cities are made of gold, there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony, "Come on, baby! Your bath is ready! It's almost time for sleep!" And I wonder who's the father... And I wonder what they call her - Sierra. Does her mother smoke, or does she jog every morning? Does she drink when she thinks about me? Or doesn't she need to drink... does she have a man who works a nine to five? Does he come home to kiss our young Sierra, tuck her in and say goodnight? (And an extra kiss for mama...) I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment. I'm ready to settle down now, so get that man out of my bed. I want my daughter back now, I want to kiss her, tuck her in and say, "goodnight, my baby girl, Sierra." Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, I'll never know who you are, and I don't deserve to. My little girl, we would've been so... oh, nevermind. But I'm ready to settle down now - yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind. I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north star o'er the desert sky. (Cursive-Sierra)