i hate swimming lessons. we started at level one, and we're now on like level three or four, i'm not sure. (we being my sister and i). i'm just not good at swimming. Hence the lessons, you say? *thumbs down and blows a raspberry* yuck. the whole time i wished i was still at my parent's bread party eating warm cheese biscuits, or at home writing and doing homework, as it is now 10 and i have procrastinated, but i am done all my homework except for the little assignment my friend posted on her edmodo group- do something nice for someone, due may 5. and if i realize that i can't think of anything, that's bad, right?
oh, wait, i lent my sister my socks this morning! nevermind. i'll go submit that now.
anyways, i keep having visions of myself being a pro at the front crawl (is that one word or two?), so we'll see. i hated getting out of the pool, though, and when my sister went under the water it hurt her head. poor her. the last time i went under lots was in hawaii and i got an ear infection (WHICH COST US A STUPIDLY RIDICULOUS AMOUNT WOW CHANGE YOUR HEALTHCARE ALREADY SORRY).
bleh. and when i told dad i wasn't taking it for longer than the nine weeks, he said i'm doing it until he thinks i'm good enough at swimming to quit. so basically, i'm going to spend the rest of high school and probably university if i stay at home for a couple years to go to the u here first. yuck. that's like the next bajillion years.
i'm tired, so i'm going to get my stuff done now.