Well, yesterday, I believe I played the best match of my life. Katrina, my partner, and I were playing almost the best we could possibly play. Our opponents, two girls I knew from Heritage named Kelly Tracey and Mara Green, were the people we played against. And they were as close a match as we could get. We went to deuce practically every single game. And even though we lost in the end, I was happy that I got to play such a good match. It is so rare that we ever meet formidable adversaries. And we did. It was so much fun. Plus, I knew both our opponents, which made it fun. Mara and I were close to best friends in fifth grade, and Kelly lives in my neighborhood, and plays Bow Mar tennis with me in the summer. It was so cool to see them again! Anyway, I don't know who won overall...Littleton or Heritage. I assume I will find out on Monday, when I go back to school. It could easily have gone either way...I'm just hoping luck swayed a little in our direction. But I was happy. It was a good day...a great match that had fantastic rallies, and fun, fun playing. I wish every match was like that!

Tomorrow, we play Heritage. And...when we play Heritage, we are going to win! Yeah! At least JV will. Rarely do we go through a season and not come out undefeated. So far we are, and I truly believe it will stay that way. Ha ha! I hope varsity does better than they did last year. Last year, we lost all seven matches. This year, hopefully, that won't be the case. We have some awesome new people on varsity this year. Actually, our number one singles is a freshman. That's huge...to even make varsity as a freshman, you have got it made. No freshmen last year made varsity. This year, number one singles is varsity, and so is the number one doubles team. Whoohoo. Such competition, man. At least everyone I play real matches against, I can kick. Littleton is awesome. I'm glad I go here. We lose every football team, but us JV tennis players rock the house. Yeehaw! (I'm such a dork)

Once upon a time, there lived a boy. He was about four years old, and his mother always made him do his chores before he could go play with his friends and have a grand old time. He would always ask why his baby brother, jake, didn't have to do anything. "Babies aren't able to work, honey. They are too young. You know, you were a baby once, and you didn't have to work then, either." He would then stare at the ground in anger and say "Those were the good days." The boy grew older, and had to then go to school. He had homework every night, and had to juggle his social life, sports, homework, and housework. He hated it. He remembered the days when he was a toddler, and he didn't have school. All he had to do was do the dishes, and then he was on his way playing with his friends and doing whatever he felt so inclined to do. "Those were the good days," he said with a sigh. Then, he went to highschool. Because he wanted a car, he had to start working to pay for the car, the gas, and the insurance. He also had an increasing amount of homework tying him down. On top of playing baseball, it was difficult to keep all his responsibilites in check. To say the least, life was stressful. He did find time to hang with his friends, but not as much as he'd like. He remembered the days in elementary and middle school, when he had barely any homework, didn't have to work, and always had time for friends. "Man," he said. "Those were the good days." The boy grew up, graduated from college, and started working full time, beiong responsible for managing his own business and paying bills by far more massive than the ones he had to take care of in high school. As he stared at the growing pile of bills on his desk, he remembered all the crazy times he had in high school. Though he had to work, he always had time to go do things with friends and have hobbies, like baseball. This would be the first evening of the week he got to go out and do something...and it was his first date in over three months. He had a date every week in high school. "Man," he said, "Those were the good days." Over the next several years, he got married, and started a family. He had five little ones running around, and he and his wife were trying to get the baby twins under control while they screamed relentlessly night after night for some reason or another. The man remembered the days when he was free, and wasn't tyed down by so many kids, so many bills, and so many PROBLEMS! The days he had time to tend more to his business, and go out on dates...like the night he met his wife. "Man," he said, "Those were the good days." Well, years flew by, and his children grew up. As he gazed sadly at the childhood pictures, the pain of thier absence still fresh in his mind, he remembered when they were little tykes, and handfuls at that, running around the house. He smiled. "Those were the good days." Many years went by, and he was an old, old man who could barely walk. He remembered when he was able to walk, and do whatever he wished...the days he was capable of visiting his children. Now, they all had to come visit him. "I remember when I was young and vibrant," he said. "Those were the good days." Sadly, all of the days were good. Must we look back at the old good days, or recognize these good days? If someone asks you when your good days are, hopefully you can say "These are the good days." And be happy!

Hey, I'm happy. I have to just say that. I am one of the luckiest people on the planet! Everyone goes through these times...eh? At least I'm thinking so, from what I've observed of other people. But I have it pretty good. I have a fantastic family, wonderful friends, a great school...what more could I ask for?

I feel so bummed. I don't know why. Well, I do, but it's hard to explain. I'm...lonely. That's it. Lonely. Not because I'm in seclusion, or because I have no friends. That's not the case. I do, and you can bet that I love them to death. Well, kind of. I'm just not too close with anyone right now. Not to the point that I can tell them everything. Or anything, at that. Maybe it's just my age...everyone's screwed up at my age, including me, and none of us know who we are. So how can we feel confidant enough to build anything significant? Oh, but it's just no fun. It's just like being secluded, actually. Even though I'm not physically secluded, I'm spiritually secluded, or however the heck you want to say it, you can say it that way. So...yeah. I just wish...that I had a friend I could...talk to, and do stuff with,and not be worried about anything...like image, impression, or... you know how with some people you're always worried about whether you're saying the right thing or not? I'd want it to not be that way. I'd want it to just be carefree and fun. And...in a way, intimate. Not physically...don't get me wrong. I'm not wishing for a sensual, spiritual, lifelong boyfriend. Absolutely not. Just a friend I could be close with. But...it's not happening. Not yet at least. I have many friends, I'm not complaining. And they are all very nice to me. And we do fun stuff, and have great fun. This is a fantastico time of my life. It's very exciting, very interesting. Very much so a learning experience. There's just that hole lurking in the back of my mind....

I feel so bummed. I don't know why. Well, I do, but it's hard to explain. I'm...lonely. That's it. Lonely. Not because I'm in seclusion, or because I have no friends. That's not the case. I do, and you can bet that I love them to death. Well, kind of. I'm just not too close with anyone right now. Not to the point that I can tell them everything. Or anything, at that. Maybe it's just my age...everyone's screwed up at my age, including me, and none of us know who we are. So how can we feel confidant enough to build anything significant? Oh, but it's just no fun. It's just like being secluded, actually. Even though I'm not physically secluded, I'm spiritually secluded, or however the heck you want to say it, you can say it that way. So...yeah. I just wish...that I had a friend I could...talk to, and do stuff with,and not be worried about anything...like image, impression, or... you know how with some people you're always worried about whether you're saying the right thing or not? I'd want it to not be that way. I'd want it to just be carefree and fun. And...in a way, intimate. Not physically...don't get me wrong. I'm not wishing for a sensual, spiritual, lifelong boyfriend. Absolutely not. Just a friend I could be close with. But...it's not happening. Not yet at least. I have many friends, I'm not complaining. And they are all very nice to me. And we do fun stuff, and have great fun. This is a fantastico time of my life. It's very exciting, very interesting. Very much so a learning experience. There's just that hole lurking in the back of my mind....

There are many rapists out there. One in four females get raped sometime in their life. There are many terrorists. They are the ones who are responsible for September eleventh, and the deaths of thousands of people. There are many murderers. Almost fifty people were shot at Columbine High school in 1999 by two raging, uncontrollable sickos. There are many selfish, materialistic people. There are those who break into our cars and steal valuables, or those who jack cars. All these people make the news every day. All these people get attention, and focus. Why? Perhaps, for one moment at least, people should focus on the good things in life, the nice people. The people, and there are so many of them, that go out of their way for the well-being of others, and not expecting anything in return. My grandparents got a flat tire, and parked at a gas station, desperate to find a towing company to take them to the nearest shop. Well, two friendly mechanics came by and changed the tire for them...absolutely free! I forgot my lunch for school today, and my friend Emily drove home during her off hour, since I didn't have any, and came back to surprise me with a pizza bagel she'd made for me. My piano teacher, Joya Wonderlight, makes a good amount of money, as she is a popular, very talented teacher. Instead of spending it all on herself, she saves up, and goes around the world to help children in 3rd world countries get food, education, and musical opportunities. She dedicates her entire life to her cause, and has saved many children's lives by getting them food, and enriched many also by bringing many together and making music. There are many doctors who go to school many, many years to acquire their expertise, and then they go to foreign countries lacking good medical services and give up the wealthy life to save the lives of others. This world is full of many loving, giving, compassionate, selfless people. Why fill our newspapers with information all about the hate, the fighting, the murder, and the antipathy? Of course, it should be known what is going on. But why can't we celebrate the good things people do, also? When we read an article in the newspaper about the hopeless war on terrorism, it is depressing, and angering. When we read that, it has an effect on us. That effect is: This is terrible. And there's nothing we can do about it. However, if we saw an article in the newspaper all about the people who were making a difference, and were addressing the issues of violence and hate by reaching out to others with love and compassion, perhaps we would feel differently. Everything wouldn't seem so hopeless. Perhaps we would even feel inspired to take actions ourselves. I'm not saying newspapers never do that. Or that people don't focus on that. But there's definitely an imbalance. Who are you going to focus on? The evil, or the heroic? You decide.

Today was fun. We had a tennis match against Highland's Ranch...apparently our most formidable adversary. However, the people I played weren't. Katrina, my partner, and I creamed 'em. Maybe they were having an off day. It was 6-1, since we only played one set. And the 1 game they did win, we were hitting a bunch of them out, and for the winning point, they miss-called the line and let it go, even though they knew they did. But they were nice, very polite. It was fun, regardless of the lack of a challenge. I enjoy tennis, no matter what. And I didn't tank this time, which was good. Good day. Happiness. :-)

Today was an interesting day. Daylight savings time, yo. I hate it when the time changes, and suddenly, instead of it feeling like I'm leaving the house at six forty in the morning, which is early enough IMHO, it seems like it's five forty. Well, that's at least what I expected. But I, being the dumbo klutz I usually am, forgot to set my clock correctly. My alarm was set, actually, to go off in the evening instead of the morning, as I forgot to make it AM instead of PM. So, oh dandio, Dad had to come wake me up at six fifty in the morning. I was basically screwed, and I knew it. And oh, fantastico, I got to miss half of my favorite class, Microbiology. Man, that is my favorite class of all time. No class beats that. Not any. Not ever. Anyway, I strolled into class fifteen minutes late, and I looked Mr. Soderberg in the eye to tell him I was sorry, because I really was. The last thing a teacher needs in a class like that is students walking in way after the bell just as I was. I mean, seriously. They have to keep things running, and our class only has eleven people in it...and we work in groups. When someone doesn't show up, things just don't go as smoothly as they should. Anyway, things were good after I got to class, because Microbio is always good. Then, I went to Poetry. Whoa. Insane class. It turns out the poem that was due that day was supposed to be brought to class not in merely one copy, but six. And my teacher wanted all six. Yippee. I had one. I hope she doesn't feel like shooting me and blowing me down under. Then, after history, Language Arts, and French, I had PRIDE. Ew. Sicko. We had to turn in our registration cards. I had everything planned out perfectly. Six classes at school, two of them science, one of them math, one of them French, one of them IB European history, and one of them Debate, after school, so I could be on the debate team. Then, I had two classes I wanted to take with VHS. That is virtual high school, and it's basically classes you take online. And you can do them with your own time, at your own pace. My ideal. They also had very fun classes they were offering. Two that caught my eye in particular were Epedimics: Ecology and Evolution, and Genetically Inherited Diseases. Oh, fun, fun, fun. That'd amount to forty credits. Obviously, I don't plan on investing the same amount of time into it as I would with forty credits in school. Because I can work at my own pace. And those classes are fun! So I had it all worked out. Then, Mrs. Boshart, my PRIDE teacher, recruited me for Newspaper. She said I have a chance of getting business credits for being an editor, if I wanted to be. I have high chances of being an editor because I was an editor at Goddard Middle School. So, yeah. Now I'm planning on 45 credits. Not good! But ya know...I can make it work, if I have to. My mom doesn't want me overdoing it, though. And she might not let me to VHS. She has to! This is the chance of my lifetime! I have to start taking these awesome classes now, because I want to be an epidemiologist or a doctor! Well, I'll just need a little bit of persuading...if only I had straight A's to bribe my parents with. Anyway, after PRIDE, I had the rest of my classes...life fitness, where we had to run the mile (Right after I ate lunch) We aren't even going to mention what I got on that as far as time goes. ;-) I then marched to geometry, where I had to calculate volumes without my calculator, thanks to my oh so loving sister. And finally, I had science, where we had three labs due. Man, that woman, Mrs. Molzer, can put you to work! Well, I got out my binder, and oh crappio! It was my sister's YGP (Younger Generation Players) binder. Yippio. Luckily, Mrs. Molzer wanted us to have time to fix up our labs, and we're turning them in on Friday. Whew. Then, tennis. And then...home! Ah. And now bedtime. Long day. Interesting. Sleep...nice. Good night! Thanks for reading my blabbering... :-)