track meet (:
There was a track meet today at my school.
Naturally, I went to go help out. Most of my friends were already in track&field, so there was only a few left to do volunteering with me. We helped out with high jump and dude, I’ve realized how sucky we girls are. The highest I believe was 4’4” for the ladies. For the guys…the highest was 4’8”.
Seriously, what are these people smokin’? Really? 4’8”? Hell, that’s almost as tall as I am (5’4”, but I think I may have seriously grown a few centimeters the past few months). These people are major..jumpers. And they are so freaking tall, I am not even joking.
I’ve realized something sad today about one of my friends. He’s a super fast dude who is just so fast, he’s like….just really really really fast. And he loves what he does, which is totally extra bonus points. All this time, I thought I had possibly the worst family to be born into. Mom and Dad never speak, Dad comes home at 1AM and sleeps at 3, Mom couldn’t care less about him, brother is the biggest brat ever and just seems to “lose” money all the time, and both my parents are against my dreams to become a singer, which I find extra-emely annoying. But today, I’ve witnessed myself that there’s someone out there that’s close to me that’s probably in a worse situation than I am. He’s got 2 older sisters, one who’s in college and is just a total hands down bitch face, another who’s in high school and blames him for everything (and by that, I mean everything, even when it’s a good thing. that is so lame.), his mom constantly puts him down about everything he loves to do and is good at (track, band, etc.), his parents are giving eachother an eternal silent treatment like mine, it seems like everyone in his family ignores him most of the time (being the only guy kid AND the youngest, I can’t imagine how stupid you must feel all the time), and to top it all off, he’s moving to a different high school next year. He’s been desperatly trying to move back into the district, but there just aren’t enough open houses. I found an open house in my area the other day, but it was teeny. Like, 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom teeny. I’ve realized that this is going to be my last year with him. I love him and I’m just going to have to suck it up and love him more until he’s gone.
Or, I can help look at open houses before the new school year. Yeah, I think I like this idea better.
