First Time

I'm at school, and on one of the laptops in my Journalism class. The journalism I and II kids are all meshed into one class, but my class only has five kids anyway. We had eight to start, but three of them dropped, one being one of my close friends. But I'm not bitter about that anymore. Bottom line is, we have five kids in the class. There's two more today, cos the school paper is coming out soon, meaning the editors are rushing to get their sections and pages done. My teacher is showing the journalism I kids how to use In Design and lay out pages. I mean, they're not kids. Two of them are seniors, but I call everyone a kid. I don't mean to. Gosh, I keep getting off track.
Anyway, this is my first time ever going on Facebook and whatnot at school. I'd never done it before, honest to God. But I finished all my work for this class, I already laid out my page and fixed one of the other pages in the section, and I did all my homework. So far, I have no homework tonight except take some more pictures to be safe, and possibly edit my CAPT practice essay for insights. It's not due until December, but mine is already finished and typed up. My friend is editing it next period, in insights class. So now I have nothing to do. Nothing. It feels pretty good, but I feel bad sitting here behind my teacher's back, doing exactly what is not allowed in school. I feel somewhere between bad and badass. I doubt my teacher would even mind if he saw me. He may right now. He's five feet to my right. But he doesn't really care. I'm a good student, so a day or two off isn't going to kill me. I'm not interrupting him.
I'm thinking I might watch a movie tonight, to relax, because I have time on my hands, and that feels good, for sure. But there's other stuff I should be doing. I want to finish my book, possibly start another one, maybe write some more, and I should walk too. I haven't walked in a long time. I used to walk a mile and a half every day, almost compulsively, but it's been so damn cold lately. I complain during the summer and say I'd rather have it be cold outside, but if you want to know the truth, I hate cold weather too. I'd rather have it be cold than hot. That much is true, but still, that doesn't mean I don't hate cold weather. I went up my grandparents' house for a few days to walk on the treadmill, but I stopped. No particular reason, I just did.
So I don't know what I'm going to do with myself tonight. I guess I'll figure that out tonight.
This blog has turned into a useless ramble.
To continue the rambling, I have an organizational meeting for indoor track afterschool today.
I fucking hate indoor track.
You don't even know.
I don't know if I've ever hated anything like I hate indoor track. My dad bothered me to no end last year, to get me to join, and I did, just to shut him up. I told him I would join and keep a goddamn open mind about it, alright? Are you happy now?
Well I joined, and I stuck to it, all the way through. I even went to all the meets and barely missed a practice unless I had to. I didn't even cut corners during practice, like my friends did.
But I still hated it.
And my dad still wants me to do it. My damn weight isn't an issue. That was his excuse, that I needed indoor track to keep my weight in check, but over the summer, I didn't do any sports. Not even softball. And you know, mister, I lost nine pounds. On my own, just to shove it in his overweight face.
But I still have to do indoor track.
This year, there are tryouts, which never happened before. Before it was just, hey, you want to join, come on, join. No tryouts, no running test, and all. This year apparently there are try outs. I don't exactly know how to feel about that. I'm happy because I highly doubt I will make the team. I'm not a horrible runner or anything, but when I do run, I might as well have, "I HATE THIS" written across my forehead. I mean it. I look miserable. Maybe they'll put me out of my misery and not put me on the team.
My dad might hate me forever, but that's alright.
When my mom told me there were tryouts this year, she said it's alright if I don't make it. I have a feeling she's as far on my side as she'll ever be.
Bell's going to ring soon, so I'm out. This ramble prevented me from getting to JM.org, but whatever. As I said, I have time tonight. Hopefully I won't accidentally fall asleep for two hours again.
I'll post the rest of my favorite photos here later. And my last video is going up on Facebook tonight.
Just so you know.