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It feels like a good time to come back to logging my life into writing. There may be a day when I won't be able to remember what happened. I can recall with accuracy people that I have met to the point where my friends consider me to be strange, its very odd considering all the drinking I have done in my recent years.

College is good to me; I'm running through it pretty well, but I'm a little worried this semester about my achieving a perfect record. It's not like me to obsess tTahis much about school but its like when you have something going you want to keep it going. I need to pull atleast a 112 on my next two bio exams out of 120 to get an A. I'm pretty sure they screwed up on my first exam score. I calculated it to be a 108, its a 104 and my floormate has a higher grade than me somehow but when we checked our tests I was the one who did better. Oh well. Calculus, I have the highest exam grades but I might have the lowest quiz grades and I missed a homework worth 50 points. Chem first exam didn't look good but it might be majorly curved. I have to do better. It'll be fine.

I've been trying to get back into shape to what I was my junior year of high school. Yes I'll admit that I let my self go to shit after that year's swim season. Everything that happened seemed to contribute the problem.
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It looks like I'm going to tell the story that most people would be sick of only this time its with no cuts. It just feels like something I want to do.

You see it was the beginning of what I thought would of been the perfect year. I had been talking to the girl, the one that I had wanted to be with for some time for unexplainable reasons. To other guys she was not the hot one, she was just --different. I remember talking to her during the end of January, it was on aim; I remember myself being afraid of speaking to her on the phone, but I was reassured that it was fine for a while when I thought back to what someone had told me about that problem from her own experience. I took the big step for both of us by telling her how I felt and she said " its okay, I think I do too.", after that I never slept so well.

Two weeks rolled by it was Valentine's Day, I was slightly distressed because I would be going on a field trip to Canisius College to do an experiment involving photosynthesis and gel electrophoresis and I was hoping to be at school to make sure she knew she was my valentine. Then everything was alright, she found me and put that cheap construction paper heart around me right before I had to leave for the day. I sat on the bus on the way to the college with one of those smiles that you just can't hold back, it's like an overwhelming tickling sensation.

My lab group consisted of Lindsey, Amanda, and myself. When we went to to lunch passed a setup of tables selling hybridized roses, the ones with the multiple melds of colors.I had ordered a spinach chicken burger by accident. The burger wasn't so bad with some salt, but my main goal was to finish and buy a rose for and make sure it made it back to school. I can't remember the exact color of the rose I had bought I think it was yellow and shaded out into red. When I had returned to my lab group the girls pestered me about who the rose was for. I had simply smiled and said, "you'll see". I had a feeling that one or two of them was hoping it would be them, they were really excited to find out when got me to give up the name. Wilko had teased me momentarily but something told me that she thought it was a nice thing to do as well. I had protected that rose throughout the rest of the lab to ensure that it would make its way back to school.

Returning to school I had walked right up to her locker on the third floor between the bathrooms and the history rooms. I had no idea how what the hell I was going to do once I got there. I saw her and life pretty much froze because at that moment I realized I had no idea what to say or do. I just handed her the rose and said, " happy valentines day". Then another boy came up to her and hugged her and wished her a happy valentines day, I was left standing there for a moment slightly stunned and feelinng like a moron. He then saw the rose and asked her who it was from, she had turned around to me and he left. I really don't know what happened there, but it felt good.

Later that day I had the sectional meet and normally I would have been nervous for my race but I prepared myself the same way I always did only this time it was different, I was on fire and nothing could stop me. Once we had arrived at the pool I was notified that I would not be able to compete because of the shortage of lane slots and a slower swimmer needed to take my spot to represent a different section. It was disheartening, but I had gotten lucky and someone had not shown up and I was given my chance at the last moment. There was not enough time for a proper stretch or warm-up but it was okay because right before my race I had received a text message from her wishing me good luck. I swam one of the best times of my life that day.

February 14, 2007 - The best day of my life. That's exactly how it happened.