So tomorrow is terribly important. If all goes as planned, I'll play very well, but not good enough to beat Senn, who beat the #2 seed overall. It could all be over, these months and months of stress.
Tomorrow could effectively be the end of Sophomore Year.
Tomorrow, nothing is due.
Nothing but the end.
I talked to Kaity today, to Nejjy, to Jane, to Carl, to Russ... it was a good day for talking.
Also, Couch Potato is a terribly good song.
I apologize for the flightiness of my entries as of late. All I can say for myself is that I've had nothing to write about you haven't heard about a thousand times before. I don't really want to complain about volleyball anymore, because it could end. I don't have anything else to cry about. So I don't. I'm trivial and talk about what's on my mind.
Hey, I have such a crappy diary. Whoo-hoo.
Seriously, I only have a few things to say.
Deleted is the future
Volleyball is the past
Summer will rock
Sophomore year is OVER.