Okay, I really know we're normal now.

On the bus yesterday, Kate and I decided we're going to make a musical about photosynthesis. The idea came from those crazy forgot-what-they're-called gum packages they have in the US. Not sure if they have them in other countries, but anyways, when you take out a stick of gum, it says a random idea in the package. So then, Sarah says "I swear I just saw a raccoon jump off that roof." Somehow, I heard "vacuum" instead of "raccoon." Loud bus, yes. We're putting a song about a vacuum jumping off a roof in our musical about photosynthesis. That reminds me, my cousin, Jackson, used to be terribly afraid of vacuum cleaners. I don't really know why. He was three or four.

I just tried out for track and made the team. Go me. That means I get a full-size locker for being an athlete and a uniform. We have half-size lockers in the hallway.

And I also got hit pretty hard on a wall during tryouts. I'm ok. I was running so fast that I couldn't stop. We were in the gym, and had to race someone. Then I hit the wall and everyone was all "OMG. Are you okay?" I said yes even though I probably needed some ice or something.

I think that's kind of a bad habit. Ignoring pain. If I ever get seriously injured, I know I won't do that.

I hope.

Then the second time, it was awesome because I'm a ninja and I ran and then basically jumped off the wall. Not just awesome. Super-freaking-amazing. Would've been a good youtube video.

Apparently Nai-Chia was so sure she would not make the track team that she made a bet with someone that she had to kiss Soomin (is a girl. Neither of them are homosexual or bisexual.) if she made the team. I honestly don't know what's going to happen at this point. Either way, I know she's somehow going to get out of it. So technically I do know. I'm confusing. Even to myself.