Looking back at today, I thought it went rather well. I don't have any complaints about anything really. All of my classes went well, and for the firse time practically ever, I'm on top of my homework and studying. I just need to keep at it. In the past I've made half-assed attempts that fell off after a few days. I should probably get a Trig book from T so I can review before I start Elementary Functions next term. I just want to keep on top of things and be well prepared. The high point of today was definately seventh period. I was talking, cracking jokes, and laughing with Amanda. We had to fill out a sheet of the countries where Spanish is spoken. Being that I spend my day watchin CNN and doing things "scholarly," I knew a fair amount of them, so I was done a little early. Amanda wasn't quite done, so she took my paper to copy from. There was a faint line coming from the "V" in Venezuela, so she mistook it for an "N," writing Nenezuela. We bantered back and forth on taht one for a bit, the two of us disagreeing on the quality of my handwriting. So, the kind gentleman that I am, gave here some wite-out. Tomorrow she'll be getting some from me as a joke. I would have to say that right now I feel better than I have ever feld in high school. It seems like it can't get any better than this, which kind of scares me in a way, so i'll be looking at the guture very cautiously, but I'll still be enjoying the present.

So I've been talking to Becca quite a bit in the past few days. It's a little strange, I will admit. It's off and on with here. I don't know why I'm thinking about her. I can't even drive out of state until April. I didn't talk with Amanda at all on Thursday, save for the occasional 'Hello' here and there. On Friday I talked to her a lot. I wish she could be mine. I'd rather go with here than any other girl I know. But I suspect that she may be going with Duke, which is a huge downer. I encountered a funny incident though. While walking down the stairs with Amanda after Spanish class, I was talking to her, and Mordan made one of his usual comments. All of a sudden I heard that unforgettable Alex Forsythe voice, "Yo, don't make fun of Bill, ya jerk." That was good for a big, long laugh. Football seems to be going ok. I still have a fair amount to work on though. As far as school goes, I think I'll be ok, as long as I keep my head above water. The biggest problems ahead of me are working on my persuit angles to the linebacker and finding a date for homecomming.

I don't know what to write really. Yesterday during the bus ride home, I tried to think of something to write, but I kept drawing a blank. Still haven't thought about any girl a lot yet. I can't really pin point a reason why. Maybe it's because I'm just too damn tired. Football from 8a-11a, then from 3p-6p. Only enought time inbetween to watch t.v. for a show or two and grab a bite to eat. At the beginning of helweek I felt like crap, but now its not too bad. I guess I'm just getting used to it. I need some sleep.

I've been out of the loop for awhile. At 8a, the pads come on. I haven't played football since the 9th grade, and I don't know why. Well, maybe I do, perhaps I've just blocked it out. Never the less, I'm anxious to get out on the field. I've been thinking about Becca a lot lately. I don't even know how long it has been since I've talked to her. I've thought about Amanda a bit, but not as much as in the past. I guess the mind is funny like that. Well, maybe it's not. In the past year or so the only girld I've thought about were/are Amanda and Becca. I think my chances of getting a girl, let alone either of the two mentioned, is damn near nil. Perhaps it's time for me to grow a pair and stick my neck out there.

The days are becoming long and monotenous. Half the time I don't even know which way is up. Football in the morning, home for a few hours, then work till late. I feel so drained mentally and physically. Yesterday we has practice at 5 in the morning. A bunch of guys went over to McKee's Tuesday night. None of us really slept. We left there about 4:10 or so, and after a pit-stop at Sheetz, we were there by 4:30. As we were running our first of two miles, Nicky put it best, "I feel like a fuckin' Marine." I ended up doing something to my lower claf so I limped through practice, then messed up my groin during Fun. As soon as I got home I went to bed. I was beat, but almost in a good kind of a way. I haven't been thinking about her, nor anybody really. I'm too tired to worry about them at this point. I just want to rest, but that won't come for three months, a half a year if I wrestle. Such is life, I suppose.