TRACK IS AWESOME AND AWFUL PT. 2.5/ THEME UPDATE AGAIN

Anyway getting back to the second meet. It was around 2:45 when we got to Union which was the high school where the second meet was taking place. My friends Jack, Carson, and I went into the school to get changed into our track shorts and jersey. I was so glad that I brought athletic underwear that day because the track shorts are extremely small and my thighs are whiter than a ginger covered in sun lotion. I mean seriously it is pretty and and I need to change that.... or just bring athletic shorts to every meet. Knowing me I'll probably just do the latter. Anyway so we go in the school and Carson and I are getting changed in the mens bathroom with a few others from our team. Once we're done changing we realize that somehow we lost Jack. We started heading towards the field thinking that he probably headed there since e was changed before we got on the bus to Union. We found him on our way there and we all just continued to walk to the track.

When we got to the place we realized IT WAS UN-GODLY WINDY. I MEAN HOLY $π!† THE WIND WAS MOVING LIKE 20-25 MPH. CARSON ACTUALLY GOT MY BLANKET, TIED THE TOP AROUND HIS NECK, GRABBED THE BOTTOM AND JUMPED UP. WHEN HE JUMPED UP THE WIND CARRIED HIM BACK AN INCH OR TWO AND HE SAT IN THE AIR FOR LIKE A SECOND. IT WAS INSANE. So it stayed that windy for the entire meet which was really a pain in the end when the sun set because it got super cold. So in my race the 100 meter I got second against two other people. It wasn't my greatest race because again I stood up right away but it wasn't awful. After our respective race Carson, Jack, and I walked around cheering on other people in races and being cold. We hung out with other people. To name a few: Sydney, Patsy, Katie, and River (All girls). It's usual that if we hang with anyone outside of us that we'd hang with them because there are only three other freshman guys that run track and we don't really talk with the sophomores that often. Nearing the end the freshman girls got all the blankets they could and laid down close to each other making a sort of cuddle pile next to the baseball wall which was made of mesh so it only mostly protected you from the god-awful wind. I laid close to the wall to try and not have to deal with the wind so naturally I was nearby them as well. No I was not in the pile, because I'm a little wimp and I don't the guts for that. One of the girls I'm friends with named Sydney who I'm 75% sure was joking actually told em to come over and lie close to her. I hoped she wasn't kidding but the wussy part of me told me I shouldn't scoot closer so I just blushed and hid my face in my hood. I actually figured out that I like her more than a friend not the bus ride home. So the rest of that evening went on with everyone being cold and hoping the meet would end. The bus ride home was really fun because we stopped to get food which was good because I had run out of cereal. And on the bus my friends Carson, Jack, Sydney, and Haley played "Never Have I Ever" which is a game where you have a certain number of lives and you go around the circle saying something you've never done, and if you've done something someone says they haven't then you lose a life. During this game is when I figured out that I like Sydney. She's smart and funny and pretty. Anyway it was around 10:40 when we got back to the school and 11 p.m. when I got home. Of course I went straight to bed. End.

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Update: Hey Flies. If you haven't already noticed, I haven't been watching Hulu or YouTube at the end of each post. From now on I'm going just blog about whatever I want because I can. I doubt you will mind it because I bet $100 dollars that there isn't a single person that actually follows this blog or even looks at it other than my English Teacher Mr. Parker. So here's to you Mr. Parker, Peace out and sorry this post is kinda long.

Here's an update button and I couldn't find the url because it for some reason is blocked. Sorry Mr. P