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DON’T EVEN ASK ME HOW I AM.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Because I’m not going to tell the truth.

I ran 3000m and 4x400m (both of which were sucky, for me). No, I didn’t drop the baton, fortunately for everyone, even though I didn’t get to practice. But I did sucky anyway. Nearly collapsed at the end of my second round. Remind me never to run 3000m before a speed event again.

Oh wait! I don’t have to! I’m in Form 5!

And I came back feeling like a flat tire, with all the gas let out of it. Floppy, can’t stand up straight. And my mom insists on me going for chemistry tuition!

No way! I will DIE if you make me go for chemistry tuition! Do you hear me? I will flip over on my back with my legs waving in the air and gagging and choking like the death throes of some disgusting cockroach that breathed in pesticide. I’m THAT tired okay.

But evidently not tired enough to stop blogging, eh Louise?

SHUT UP, YOU.

*edit*

Yay! No need to go tuition!

*does a tired, floppy sort of conga, and falls asleep doing it, accidentally hitting the PUBLISH button*