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Showing posts with label swimming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swimming. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

poetry.

Aaaaaah poetry.
Personally, I hate it. I don't like writing them, and I don't like reading them. And this is because I don't understand what it's talking about most of the time.
If you want to say that you like the winter, please don't drag it out and write twenty stanzas about how you enjoy "the crisp air that delicately nips your nose".

I bet the first person to write poetry was high and decided to defy proper English.
He probably ended up with:
My dog
Loves me
She wags her tail
WAG
         WAG
                  WAG
And everyone was all THIS IS GENIUS.
And they probably freaked out how it was shaped awkwardly because they were all bored with the rectangular paragraphs.
Causing everyone to copy this new style of writing.
Causing this one individual to be a very rich man.

Maybe I lack depth. I probably do.
I'm a straightforward person and I do things in a straightforward manner.
It's easier and less frustrating.
If I want to read a book, I don't dissect each sentence trying find the meaning and symbols of "And then I walked my cat."
That's how I am.

That's why I like swimming.
The first person to get across the pool wins.
Simple. Easy. Straightforward.

But this causes me to be bad at chess.
When I play chess, I'm that awkward person who doesn't move the pieces right.
But I'm good at Tetris.
Pieces fall down, and you put them in the correct spot.
Easy.
All games should be like Tetris.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

swimming sucks pt 2.

I had to do 145 situps today. Someone threw up a few minutes in. He got to sit out for the rest of practice. I was jealous.

Does that make me a bad person?


My abs hurt. <3 Fi

Friday, September 10, 2010

swimming sucks.

I'm back from my first swim practice. I'm out of shape. I gained five pounds over the summer. I can barely move right now. I just ate three helpings of food.

 To make a long story short, I simply died.

 I even wrote a poem about it. Ready?

Swimming Sucks.

Looking forward for this day
For a while now
Molded into my mind like clay
September 10th, couldn't forget it somehow
From five-thirty to eight
My first swim practice would commence
I waited at home, just so I wouldn't be late
When I walked in, I should of used my common sense
I haven't exercised for a while
I gained a few pounds to top it off
I should of ran right out of there with a smile
But instead I sat down with my friends, without an itch or a nervous cough
But as the coaches started talking about how hard it would be
I should have realized right there
This isn't where I belonged. Why didn't I see?
We started and immediately everyone started started to share
how much it hurt
how it ached
But we were all alert
Because the coach wouldn't be shaked
by our pleas of help
Work harder, train harder, breathe less
But our arms felt like kelp
An hour left, God bless
Now it's finally over 
I'm home now
But unless I find a four leaf clover
I shall have to plow
Through a morning practice tomorrow
Waking up bright and early at five a.m.
Pancakes, anyone?


Gotta run. I have a FIVE IN THE MORNING practice to wake up to. </3 Fi