CROSS COUNTRY, I WANT YOU BACK, BABY! COME BACK HOME, HONEY, SO WE CAN MAKE SWEET LOVE!!!

Um. Ha hem. Excuse me. I just, uh, got passionate for a minute there. Um...sorry.

As the first matter of business, I have to apologize everyone for the post yesterday. It was, well, a little hurtful. Hardly subtle. It was certainly rather immature of me, I admit. Some of you may ask now, why don't you just delete it? Well, eleven-year-old girl with pig tails and chubby cheeks, I'll tell you:

I'm still angry. This is the moment in time in which I could say, "Wait--what am I doing? This is hardly Christian of me. I'm going to delete this post right away. I can't undo everything I've done, but at least I can try to fix it."

Hm. Well, that's what I should do, but I don't think I will. I think I'll leave it there for a while, until it's likely that the target of that post might just read it. I think I'll let them feel the sting I felt. I think I'll let that sting sit for maybe three months or so. Then I'll let that sting get infected and plague its owner with a potentially fatal illness. Then, if I'm still writing on The Nerd Archives, I'll delete the post. How does that sound?

I mean, I'm still a teen! I only have so much time left until I can't justify it when I act like a huge jerk. I'll enjoy it why I can. Don't question it, huh?

(Sigh.) I'm putting on my calm face.

TODAY was Activity Day at my school. Kind of like a field day, except we did stuff inside too. It was pretty awesome, actually. They brought in a stunning magician, and we had an hour and a half of free time during lunch to just play around on the football field, karoake, or dance. Hm, guess which one I chose?

You would never guess it, because I'm always ranting about how much I hate even semi-social events, but when they do come around--I get really hyper. If I do say so myself, I'm at my funniest moments during those events, sometimes at my expense. It was scorching hot while a handful of my friends were playing football outside. I had mentioned that I felt like I was having a heat stroke about fifteen minutes earlier, so I really freaked them out when I greeted them with a drooping smile and told them I'd lost feeling in half of my face. One of them ran to get the nurse before I stopped him.

Of course, nobody took me seriously when I had a real stroke fifteen minutes later. There's an up and down to everything, I guess.

Homecoming next Saturday. I've been trying to corner two different girls, but it's killing me! I'm such a huge NERD to do this, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to quote Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. "Why do they [girls] always travel around in flocks?" This is so true! We guys aren't afraid to walk by ourselves to the bathroom for God's sake! Are you never alone?

I certainly won't go to Homecoming without a date. I don't want to be that guy who shows up to the dance without a date and wearing that stupid tuxedo t-shirt--the one who just walks up to every dancing couple and starts grinding next to random couples. I don't want to be that guy. Nor do I want to be that loser who just stands by the punch bowl the whole time, bobbing his head to the music and smiling creepily.

WHICH brings me to my last point: I sincerely miss running cross country.

I was a decent runner, but that's not what this is about. This is the first school semester since second grade that I haven't been on any athletic teams. And I hate it. I really did like belonging to a time. I liked when the principal announced over the intercom that cross country runners would dismissed for the meet that day, and I would stand up and look smug and be as noisy as possible as I packed up my bag to go. I miss that.

I even miss running. I'm stepping down from long-distance racing, (I'm running sprints instead when I do Track and Field.) But there's something so addicting about the feeling of terror and dread before the long-distance race, the empty-headed desperation and suicidal tendences felt during the race, and the immense feeling of relief after the race. You don't get that with sprints. You start sprints, you make a really stupid, concentrated face while you run them, and they're over before you know it. It's so simple when it comes to winning. Long-distance, however, is about endurance, pace, and determination in addition to speed.

God, I sound like my coaches.

But I do miss cross country. I've been resorting to running on the eliptical and around my neighborhood, which just isn't the same. But yeah, I run on the eliptical. I also exercise--lift weights and do crunches and stuff. Yeah, I'm getting pretty toned. I exercise shirtless, by the way. Just thought you might know that. I'M SINGLE! Wait--sorry, what was that? Hm?

Catch you later, guys. Take it easy.