I guess no one cares about my swim team blog. I can understand though. I was rambling and I don't think a lot of people could connect or say anything.

But I had practice again today, yesterday my dad and 3 other parents set up a carpool system. So now I carpool with 3 other people, 2 dudes, and a girl. They're all chinese... <_<

Well, I can understand because you know... it's just more comfortable for our parents. My carpool mates are alright. Two are freshmen in highschool, including the girl. The other guy I've known previously, he used to go to my school, but he moved. He was a little weird... a little queer...

Ah, but my last carpool buddy person... I liked better. She was a Chinese girl who went to Beckendorff, but we could relate because she had gone to the same elementary as a lot of the people at Beck. (My school) We get off slowly... pretty quiet, just awkward silence on the car ride to the pool. But we started talking, and it was all fine and dandy. We carpooled for over a year, so we got to know each other pretty well. Had lunch with her family at Chili's and they invited us to a party at their house. We sometimes went to swim meets in places very far away, 2-3 hours at times. It wasn't that boring though, quite entertaining. And she made me talk to some random person (that she knew) on the phone. That person... I wasn't very fond of. I called her stupid and she argued back, "I'm not stupid!" In a whiney, high-pitch voice.

But during last summer, she suggested going to a summer camp with her at Rice University. Her mom talked to my mom about it, and it was planned that I would carpool with her and with some other people to Rice every morning. But then... they had a sudden switch of plans. They gave my spot away to someone else, and so I wasn't able to go to Rice because my parents had no way of sending me. Ever since then, my mom has felt bitter towards her mom. We stopped carpooling and never spoke to each other since... I would have liked to carpool with her again, for a third year but they just got back from a vacation in China, and her mom forgot to sign her up for the swim team. (They're pretty unorganized, and sometimes unreliable to get to practice on time.) And this year she won't be swimming. Because 1, forgot to sign up;and 2, she has to go to Kumon, an afterschool program for reading and math.

Ah... oh well.

But one thing during practice today cheered me up. A girl, (who wasn't Asian), said something to me. She was my third grade classmate in elementary school. (sounds silly already, right?) Well, we got to talking about imature third grade stuff during a music class, but she laughed at it. She moved to sit next to me and held my hand (*blush*). So we had a sort of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, however unserious those are, because remember, it was the Third grade. so for the whole year, we were buddies, bffs, whatever. But in fourth grade, she wasn't in my class. I don't know what was wrong with me, either I forgot about her over the summer or I just didn't see her. Didn't talk to her, not one word the whole year. *facedesk*, how foolish of me. She hung out with another guy in 5th grade, and pretty much everyone in 5th grade liked her. (She was the prettiest 5th grader. ever.) And she later went to a different Junior High than I did... :(

And little did I know, she had been on that swim team for quite some time. I joined in 6th grade, but I wasn't in her group. She was much more advanced. Well, after some of the groups got merged together (described in my last post), we were in the same group. And today, the coaches made us move around the lanes, and get to know the people there. Not like a chatting period, but we only did 50's. (round-way trip from one end of the pool to another). And a long rest interval, so we could talk. We could on switching groups and then I ended up in her lane. Now at this time, I thought that she had completely forgotten me. (I'd thought that she'd forgotten me in 5th grade). so, 5 years since we last talked. She just said, "Hi! Did you go to Williams?". I reply a short "yeah". "You were in my third grade class! Remember?" That made me feel good, I thought she had completely forgotten me, but no. That made me feel quite happy for the rest of practice.

Oh man, I was rambling again. Sorry. I bet this is boring as hell too, but it's just a way that I can let my feelings out.