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What type of swimmer are you?
Breaststroker
You are a BREASTSTROKER! Congratulations you frog. You have one of the sexiest strokes and eventhough you go last in your lane during practice, you can beat up the other swimmers with your arm and leg strenght. You are very smart, and you pay attention when the coach talks. Although you are capable of swimming other strokes, you enjoy this one the most because you have a good sense of rhythm & speed which when put together results in one kick ass swimmer.
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If whenever you hear an electronic beep, and you instinctively jump, you might be a swimmer.
If you have rings around your eyes unrelated to the amount of sleep you got, you might be a swimmer.
If waking up before dawn to exercise seems normal, you might be a swimmer. (You might also be crazy)
If jamming a piece of Styrofoam between your legs is not a kinky sexual activity, you might be a swimmer.
If bugs die of chlorine poisoning when they land on your skin, you might be a swimmer.
If you sport long, curling hair with split ends on your legs, you might be a swimmer.
If the phrase "This set with fins" is better than hearing "You just won $1000," you might be a swimmer.
If you answer, "I don't need to" when someone asks when you showered last, you might be a swimmer.
If you love a good lightning storm when you have outdoor practice, you might be a swimmer. [hahahaha so so so true]
When you learn how to squirt water 15 different ways, you might be a swimmer.
When your long term goal is to slap your bicep on your lat, you might be a swimmer.
When you wake up before six for the free doughnuts, you might be a swimmer.
When you go through so much latex in one season you could wallpaper your room, you might be a swimmer.
If a friend asks how a certain guy dresses and you reply, "I only see him without his clothes on" you might be a swimmer. [SPEEDOS!!!]
If your friends have stopped asking you about your plans for the evenings, you might be a swimmer.
If you go from store to store desperately trying to find your favorite sports drink, you might be a swimmer.
If the first place you go when you're stressed out is a swimming pool, you might be a swimmer.
If among your heroes are Janet, Jenny, or Amanda, or you know who I'm talking about, you might be a swimmer.
If your daily apparel is held together by knots or is torn and see through, you might be a swimmer.
If you have an inhaler in every color of the rainbow, you might be a swimmer.
If the phrase, "50 double armed backstroke with a breast stroke kick¡± makes you happier than anything, you might be a swimmer.
If being fish-like is a compliment, you might be a swimmer.
If your friends don't even call you anymore because they know that you have no time to do anything, you might be a swimmer.
If your nightmares consist of a series of numbers ending in 0 or 5, you might be a swimmer.
If you have hickeys on your neck, you might be a swimmer or you might be lucky.
If you sweat chlorine even after showering, you might be a swimmer.
If you just don't understand the charm of the swim suit edition, you might be a swimmer.
If getting smacked on the butt doesn't bother you at all, you might be a swimmer.
If someone asks if you have any siblings and you start listing teammates, you might be a swimmer.
If you cut yourself every time you shave, because you only do it 3 or 4 times a year and are out of practice, you might be a female swimmer.
If you are determined, strong, smart and tough, you might be a swimmer. | | |
| geeze time flies. half of me wants xmas to get here faster but the other half is like woooaaaa slow the crap down!!! i'm not ready for skool yet!!! and my other half is like shwing skool's kool. then the other half is like scarey scareeeeyyy. i found out who my 2 (dat's right., i'm in a gawsh dahn lofted triple) roommates are. one from ass and the other from NY. nothing really exciting.
hmm, been xmas shopping. you a lucky one who's gonna get shomething cool? huh huh? something cool like a pimp stick? (yuh, AARONNNN's getting that one, shh don't tell). ohhh OHHHH SHWING!! yesterday i got a sony mp3 player. it actually doesnt quite play mp3's so not quite an mp3 player. but holds 700 songs and it sounds like sex. only thing is i hate waiting and converting my myusak to Atrac takes fo-evahhh.
yesterday's christmas b's party was AWESOME. xcept im' still scared of musical chairs.
aw, my new favorite dance is from teh music video "a million ways" ok go. its sexcellent. | | |
| yah, hk was da bomb.
and so was japan.
and so was china.
i miss swimming...
Lament of the Swimmer:
A tale about the swimmer and all on the Swim Team
About every week day after school and the adventures
In the unusual facility of the Pool Area, so unlike the Grassy Fields.
Enter the locker room and shed of synthetic individuality,
In surrogate, the worn-torn battle gear: the Swim Suit
The Goggles, the Foam Buoy, the Silicone Cap,
The Plastic Paddles, the Kickboards, the Stretch Cords
As familiar to the swimmer's hands as the lines on that palm
And plodding with dread down to the Pool
And slowly, reluctantly but with attitude
Push the door in as the raw stench of chlorine slaps across my face.
In dismay, I listen to the Dictator's command
To line up for lactates, and my stomach drops out
The sprints he requires of me rip fear in my spirit
But I remember the advice from a hero of success
To never be afraid to work hard, to always give it my all
So with the numb shoulder, the grinding knee, the burning hip
I step up onto the high block and stare down
Twenty-five yards pulling and straining to teh max
And most importantly the countless yards of victory
If only I try.
So the best I give it.
Arms flying forward and legs flexing, arching for a streamlined dive
Splitting the angry water swallowing me and holding me back
I fight to break the surface and ride the grasping waves
Every tendon and muscle fiber threaten to give out
My lungs ache and in my agony I scream in desperation
He can't tell me what to do! This is it, STOP!
But I keep swimming, enduring the self-induced torment
Until the last stroke stretching despite sickly chords sticking out on my neck
I grab hold of the Wall and suck in air, air like a rebirth
I do not hear the score, nor do I care, only that I tried my hardest.
Returning home in my great exhaustion
I know my typical late-night lucubration is made impossible
So as I hit the bed, my muscles relax, my mind races for rest
And spiral deep into Shaper's dreams
Dreams of future in great and glorious victories.
yah, i miss it. | | |
| Deutschland ist serh gut. i really liked europe. Everyone was better dressed and the place smelled better and people were better dressed. and they had better food. and EVERYTHING. I <3 europe. and i put every language i know to use. so that was gut. ich môchte ein eis. except the next time, if i so decide to go, itll be so different because there won't be so many people and it wont be a pilgrimmage. and rd wouldnt be there. and neither would the italians. when i grow up, i wanna be italian. coooool hats. maki lamano, italiano!
sooo, now i'm all alonee. i walk to work every day and do everything aaaalll byyy myyyselff. its sad. all my friends are gone and dave has all these cool classes with my friends. boo.
but SHWING on the way. i'm going to hong kong in october. and another neighboring fun place. dunno where yet. i'm rooting for nihon.
and seeing as my life is at a standstill right about now, i have nothing else to talk about. sooo peace off, mein freund. | | |
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| 7 guppies jrs |
| june 2005 - june 2005 |
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| First I separated them guppies to |
| make sure they would be ok but I |
| to add them back to the tank coz |
| mom pat and I were going to Philly |
| & when we came back, there were |
| all gone -_- looks like another |
| guppy is pregnant though. ::hopes:: |
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