yesterday at swim practice, i was still freaked out about diving head first into the pool, but i'm getting a little better at swimming freestyle. brad drove my brother and i home from rhs, in his jeep. we rode in the back, where seatbelts couldn't save the life of anyone who rides there, as long as brad is driving. he nearly killed us, quickly braking and turning in the middle of streets - but it was all in good fun.

after we came home, john and i ate dinner, and we went to the gymnastics meet. luckily for me, renton's team is pretty hot, so i had no problems watching them in leotards - but watching highline, lindbergh, and hazen perform wasn't very pleasant. somewhere during the meet, i became pretty tired with the female anatomy. BUT I HEART MY HOT FRIENDS! - even though they probably think i'm weirdo-perv.

i wonder what those girls think, with all of the boys leering at them as the twist, flip, and bend in their little suits.

at least some of the guys in the crowd were the boyfriends of the gymnasts, like scott, ryan, and seth. i wonder how they felt about about all the boys leering at their girlfriends, as they twisted, flipped, and bent.

bent.

all in all, it was a good time, talking to people in the crowd, and watching all of the gymnastic performances and routines. although, there was one scary moment, when seth pointed out that a girl very closely resembled russell crowe. clinton shimoi made light of the situation, as he exclaimed, "i got that bitch on dvd!" - but clinton is still stupid.

the other teams were complaining that we were making comments about them as they did their floor routines. they probably thought we were a bunch of assholes, even though we WERE NOT really saying much about them, at least not loudly. WE WERE, however, talking about our leg hair, lai joy's opinion that kevin davis looks like woody from toy story, and lots of other good sociable bullshit.

since i have no classes with some people at school, they have no reason to talk to me outside of school, unless we coincidently see each other at the same place or event. some people prove to not be total squares when they have something to say of interesting merit, and that my friends, is fucking TUBULAR.

yenvi pham gave me a massage. it was weird, but i love massages, so how could i resist?

today i ate a whole lot during lunch, most likely because i winged my american studies free response essay like an ace, and i had enough money to indulge myself - a warm jalapeno cheese bread thing-y, a bag of cooler ranch doritos (DORITOS HAVE SO MUCH MORE SIGNIFICANCE TO ME, SINCE OUR SWIM COACH HAS BANNED IT FROM OUR DIET), a bottle of chocolate milk, and two krispy kreme donuts. well, it seemed like a lot of food at the time, but that may have been because it set me back four bucks.

tyree burnt me a copy of rated r by queens of the stone age. i don't think i can fully appreciate this cd until i hear it on some speakers or a walkman, with the volume on its maximum level, 'cuz that's how i like to listen to their latest album, songs for the deaf.

we had these linguist specialists from the army come in during spanish class, and they were pretty cool. they would speak a language, and give prizes to thsoe who could guess the name of it. unfortunately, i wasn't able to guess any of them correctly, but i was thoroughly impressed by this guy's ability to fluently talk multiple languages. this guy was born in portugal, but he spoke american english better than i could.

i'm a boater, born in the u.s. of a.

i found out that this girl tierra [last name?], who compliments me on a daily basis during 4th period, is one fourth filipino (the rest of her being black and native american). it's just weird for me, to not be able to distinguish a person's race, 'cuz i'm just a racist type of guy, especially against mixed people - i'm just foolin.' i also found out that gyalsten go is like half filipino and half spanish, which i never knew.

i used to ignore the issue of race, because i was pretty tired of the way my performing arts group tribes addressed it, but now that i think of it, it intrigues me greatly.

my kids may or may not be mixed - i don't know. but it's weird to think about, isn't it?

i was happy to finally see an article i wrote in the newspaper. it may seem trite to some of you, who have gotten your stuff in the paper before, but this is a landmark for me. deadlines are hard!

the swim team drove out to tacoma to compete against clover park high school. i slept the whole way there, and the whole way back. the meet was alright, though yet again i chose not to swim. as a boy, i can definitely tell you swimming is not one of those spectator sports where you can really get into it, and look at the athletes the whole time. unless you're gay of course, and into that sort of thing. on our way home, andrew stuck in a copy of cky2k into the vcr on the bus, and we got all the way to the part where brandon dicamillo jizzes on a naked and passed out person. at that point, our coach turned it off, and didn't talk to us the rest of the ride home.

i almost got hit by a metro bus, as i scrambled to pick up a hacky sack out of the middle of the street.

TOMORROW WILL BE THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL, FOR THE YEAR 2002! GROOVY is the gayest word, ever.