Wednesday, February 11, 2009

252525.3

Blah blah blah...you know the drill. Just trying to get this over with. I guess if I really don't want to do it, then I don't have to. I'm just being a baby. And wondering if it's really worth all the effort. But, I have the conference swim meet for the next three days, and I'll let you in on a little secret... i'm scared. real scared. everybody always thinks i don't get nervous, and usually, i don't! but this is different. this is BIG. I'm scared cause I don't know what will happen, which typically is awesome for me...i just. don't. know. So, distractions are good!

8. 25 is kind of a big number for me. I don't think I am that interesting or random. -Yeh, so basically, this one was a cop-out, I admit it. And it's kind of funny, because since then, I've thought of a million things I could've put. But now, I can't remember a blessed one. Strange how that works...

9. My favorite numbers are 518, 69, 7 and 17. -So, 5/18 is my birthday. It's always been one of those numbers that I notice everywhere. It was really bad last year- I think 'cause it was my golden birthday year last year. 69 is 'cause I've got a dirty mind sometimes...'that's what she said,' and all that. Except I don't normally say 'that's what she said,' it's more like snickers, guffaws and jocularity. And snide remarks. And prolonging the conversation. Yep, it's terrible. I'm incorrigible. Now that we all know... I don't really know why I like 7 and 17. They just always seemed like power numbers to me. Actually, I like 7 because I lived in my second favorite house until I was seven, and then moved to my favorite during the time I was seven. (Is that complicated enough for you?)

10. I can say the alphabet backwards really fast. -zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihgfedcba. My record: sophomore year at an xc meet, Abby Burgason timed me. Less than 3 seconds. That's right. I rock. You can all kiss my feet and stuff (but I would much rather have you do something a little more interesting and meaningful.).

Merrr...it is late. I am tired. So sorry to cut this short, I know it's fascinating (zzzzz...).
Gotta swim meet tomorrow. (I already said that...) Dear Lord, please just let me not die. 
The End.
Love,
Amanda

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