Calling all Demigods! discussion

Me: Guuuuys.

http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/5...

Me: Gotta go sleep, bye guys. :/

Me: Oh sorry Whim, Dad was being hilarious and we went swimming.

Me: Uuungh. I feel like crap.

Me: Oh sorry Ivi.

Me: Not your fault.

Me: Why you feel like crap?

Me: Swimming. We had controlled breathing and I couldn't do it, but I didn't say that, so I pushed myself to my breaking point. Like, we had 4 breaths per 50m and for whatever reason, I couldn't do it. I used to be able to do 3 breaths per 50m, but today I couldn't. And my lungs (or chest area) hurt really bad. >_<

Me: AHHHH THAT FUC5ING SWIM TEAM!
I know how you feel. Coach Jason pushed us so hard, too. We had 1600 reverse IM for a warmup, I almost threw up after practice
That's why I quit
Take shallow breaths and when you go to sleep try to keep your mouth open

Me: That's so overkill. :/

And then my dad wasn't paying any godsdamn attention during my practice and was instead chatting away on his cell phone (I could hear him underwater. ;-; and he wad standing about four yards away) so he was all confused as to why I was crying.

http://ivianathesignpainter.wordpress...

Me: Oh, my parents never came to practice. That sucks :/
Do you have drylands before?
*hugs*

Me: I dont know what's worse: having your parents there, but not care, especially in above situation, or not having your parents there at all c

No. I'm not technically on the team. I'm on what comes just before the team, but I don't have the time to go to regular team.

Me: Well, when I came out crying and my mom picked me up she cared. I bet your dad cares, he was just...occupied.

Oh. I miss the team. Even though it was a pain, it was good excersise and sometimes it was fun.

Me: :/ I know he does. It just bugs me a little, 'cause he's more addicted to his phone than I am to my iPod. And that's saying something.

I'm the only one in my group. Strike that. I'm the fastest/best one--not to sound vain, or anything. We had a 200m free, and I lapped the other boy in my group. Twice. I'm only going because a. my dad's making me, and b. it's good exercise.

Me: Yeah. :/

Me: Derp.

Me: Lol Amazingly wicked novel :P Took us like two years to finish in between all the chatting and deadness- http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/3...

Me: Ah yeah. I saw that topic. :)

Me: Yes, most role-plays end by them dying off. That's how all of mine ended. But this one was like a book. I'm gonna work on the editing and stuff, the group author name is Ink, but Shhh! :P

me:XD Nice. :P

Me: Nice indeed. It's not exactly full length novel, lacks a little events and sometimes a wee confusing but the plot and characters are there

Me: And that's what editing's for. It doesn't have to be that long either.

Me: Yep yep yep yep! :)

Me: X)

Me: I gotta hit the hay. Night!

Me: Bais, Kat!

Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "Me: What do you mean, Frege?"

Me: It's your blog name, then at the bottom I want to add something. How do I do that?

Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "Me: What do you mean, Frege?"

Me: It's your blog name, then at the bottom I want to add something. How do I do that?

Me: I have no idea what youre talking about :/

Me: We. Have. No. Coffee.
Holly:





























What?
Me: e_e

Me: I may not have talent, but I've got corn.

Me: o.o Uhoh Van.

I'm in trouble D:

Me: D: what happened, Whim?

Me: I got in trouble at school because I exploded on my teacher. >,< What happened?

FREAKING DOCTORS SAY I CAN'T HAVE THE AMOUNT OF CAFFEINE I DRINK 'COS IT MAKES ME EVEN MORE UNSTABLE WTFAH.
Holly: THAT'S A LIE.
Me: IK.

Me; :/ *hugs Van*

Me: :/

We skipped the afternoon and went to my place. It was Ana, Linda, and Michael. And I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, like Michael. It's a mark of how much I like him that I didn't copy and past those. A lot more than Max. Which is OK, since Max and I aren't actually official. But Max is a very delicate-type person. And Michael likes me too. >.<

So Ana's having a party tomorrow. Michael's going to be there. Max isn't. We'll see.

Me: LOL, I kind of exaggerated the coffee thing, I'm mostly fine. x3 *hugs*

Me: IS HERE AGAIN.

Me: *hugs Whim*
gotta go soon. Bell's gonna ring. Don't know who's picking meup: >///<

Me: BAIS IVI.

Me: *hugs*

WHIM MY LATIN BOWELS FAILED ME TODAY. e-e

Me: What do I do...?

:( Bye Ivi!

D: Van what happened?!?!

Me: NEW PAGE!

Me: HI FREGE.

;-; It was embarrassing is all I feel at liberty to say.

Me: HEY VAN.

Me: D: Awww, muffin.

>.< BUT SERIOUSLY GUYS WHAT DO I DO.

Obviously I have to end whatever I have with Max. Which will break him. In order to not do that I have to talk to Ana. >.,

Me: D: I DON'T KNOW, I'm sorry.

...Ask Holly she's an expert, lol.
Holly: *glare so deathly murderous Jazz's plants die*
Jazz: -.-
Me: >:3

Me: HOLLY TELL ME D:

Me: XD YES, GIVE US YOUR SECRETSSSSSSSSSS~
Holly: -____-
Me: TELLLLLLLLLLLLL.
Holly: ...
Me: TELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. :)
Holly: o.O Wth.

Me: Hoooollllyyyyy :(