^_^

Oh sheesh y'all, I gotta get on this blogging thing.

Today was pretty exciting. There was a cross-country meet in the morning. Waking up at 7 o'clock was not exactly enjoyable, and the canopy of dampness and cold that hung over the entire track didn't help much, but I do always end up having a good time with the team.

I ran a varsity race. Now, I'm an okay runner; pretty good at JV levels, but not so hot when it comes to varsity. But I ended up coming in at an alright time, and I passed the girls who I was hoping to pass. They all had friendly demeanors, though. As I passed one of the girls, she panted out "Good job" to me. And the girl I sprinted ahead of during the final 100 feet and I had a nice little conversation concerning the extreme muddiness of the track.

XC is fun. Despite the pain, the tiredness, and the qualms I have about the meets, I do end up having a good time. I love the feeling that running gives you. Not only are you burning off massive amounts of calories and fat, but your hormones are boosting and making you happy-happy-happy. To put it shortly, you feel accomplished. It's a kind of relaxing that you know isn't a waste of time.

On the way home from the meet this afternoon, I texted my dad and asked for a ride home. When we arrived at the school, Lucas and I proceeded to walk to the front of the building where we'd wait by the steps for my dad to pick me up. As we round the corner, we see the back of this super sexy sports car. Lucas says something like, "I totally bet that's your dad, Isabel." To which I reply, "Haha, yeah right. Although I do think that is the car he wants." We walk past the car and sneak a peek in the window. Lucas abruptly stops, and I keep walking. Until... wait, what the hell? That is my dad!

I went into a paroxysm of giggling and jumping up and down and shouting "Oh my G-d, oh my G-d, are you serious? Are you serious?!" My dad has wanted this car for forever. Like, it's the one material thing he wants most in the world. And I was so happy for him! He deserves something like that. He works so hard, and has always done so for his entire life. And, dayum, what a car. Because of my not-so-implicit means of expression, a few of the XC members still hanging around thought that that was my car. Ha, yeah right! I'm not getting a car at all. But I felt really stupid about the whole thing later on. I don't want people thinking I'm some spoiled brat, or that my parents are complete jerks. They are super not like that at all! If they ever did get me a car, they certainly wouldn't get me that car (it would be used only, because according to them a first car should never be a new car), and they would never, ever present it to me in front of other people. What is this, My Super Sweet Sixteen? Gag. No, no, not ever. And, gosh, to be honest, if I got a freaking Audi R8 as my first car, I wouldn't drive it. I'd be too embarrassed.

But, no matter. I'll simply explain to those who were around that, no, that is not my car, and, no, I'm not getting my dad's old Audi, either. My dad buys himself and my mom expensive things, and then let's me save up to buy expensive things for myself. Tch, maturity. But I guess it'll make me into a better person, or something :3

El pictura for your time: