Feb 28
My dad is the blue-ribbon mother fucker.
The only battle you are guaranteed to lose is the battle fought against your biology.
My mother sucks at life.
Who wins? Life is determined by choices.
Important but neglected findings of a working mind
My dad is the blue-ribbon mother fucker.
This is what I have to remember this day by. It was a good time.
Sectionals. I went a career best 1.08.51 in the breast.... I'm unsatisfied. Nobody to blame but myself. I did go a 25.62 in the 50, which is also a pr. Swimming is finished. Now, I am listening to Modest Mouse.... reminds me of tatlock. I found myself looking around my classroom sixth hour, I couldn't concentrate, I felt claustrophobic for the first time in my life. I said "I need to get out of here," thrice, out loud. Nobody paid attention, which is to be expected because it's common to witness me spontaneously burst out laughing or speaking to no one in particular.
I have no intention of losing. This great war is of fantastic importance to me, and I will come out the victor. There are so many things, so many faces and thoughts and lies most of all. An assault on fifty men with a force of five is doomed to failure. What we five need is superior strategem. This is simple, yet I'm no Syme (Orwell's 1984) and have no intention of giving up my own intelligence.