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Yearbooks Are Here!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMG You guys! I just got my yearbook today and it is so AMAZING!!! I was literally jumping around in a circle like two minutes ago. My hard work (and other peoples's hard work) has finally come back from the press and it is now in my hands! (Well, actually in Yzzie's hands at the moment.)
I have to write this later.





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Like five days later.....
Hi guys. How is it going? I hope it is going great. So apparently it is tradition to have people sign your yearbooks. I honest to goodness was shocked when I first heard this. Let me just say that homeschoolers do not do this in any group I have ever been in. (Yes, homeschool groups have yearbooks.) Now I have asked most of my friends to sign my book. It is a pretty cool tradition.
My apologies for not writing sooner. There has been a lot going on. Probably about two weeks ago I broke up with my boyfriend. I didn't say anything though because he hadn't told his parents yet. My mom is angry at me because I technically dumped him through text. She keeps bringing it up and rubbing it in. I called him afterward though. (She told me to.) We talked until midnight. I thinking he is taking it harder than I am. Being in a relationship with someone across the country is just really hard though. Especially when I spend a lot of time with boys, and it is so nice to be with people in person. Also I think that being more than friends kind of jacked up our relationship which sucks if I am honest with myself. He is I don't know... handling this alright I suppose. But he keeps talking about getting back together and it just drives me up the wall. Like that is all he ever talks about and I don't think that I want to get back together. At least not any time soon. I get too frustrated too easily with him, and when I try to tell him something he doesn't listen anymore. So yeah, things are kind of awkward cuz he like always wants to talk and I am just like uh... He is all like, "We should talk about something." (So I'm like ok sure why not?) But then he doesn't have anything he wants to talk about and I am just like then let me go be productive or something. You literally want me to text you about nothing. At least let's have a real conversation.
 It's fine though. Things will even out soon I bet.
School is almost over. I have two summer camps to attend. I invited my friends but they are catholic so their dad said no. I find that extremely frustrating but whatever.
My cousin and aunt came over this weekend. They are super cool people. Em (My cousin) welds and plays rugby. Her mom (Aunt Jamie) teaches exercise dancing or something and is also a massage person. She gave me a massage. It was so awesome.
On Friday I ran into my friend Eduardo at the pool in my neighborhood. He is really nice, and he is on the PT team so also kind of built....I felt really awkward cuz I wasn't sure if I should say hello or if he was having a get together with friends that I wasn't invited to. I kind of just decided to slip into the pool and do my laps. He noticed me though, and invited me to play a game with him and his sister. I was like...nah...YES....nah....JK Sure. We played this shark game, it is like tag but the person who is it can only move while underwater. It was really fun. Turns out, I am a fast swimmer. His sister was it once and I was swimming hard, so he just steps in front of me. I was like fereal? I didn't stop though. I yelled move, but he wasn't fast enough so I swam head on into his chest. Not weird at all. Nope... Then he got out of the pool because I think his friends came. His sister and I stayed in the pool and got acquainted. Then he came back a moment to ask what we were talking about. I very honestly replied. "We were talking about you."
He left. hehehe. We were discussing his awkward body shape. It is very unique. Not inherently bad. Just different. We played the shark game again, this time with some guys from ROTC. We blended the game with infection and their were two sharks this time. I was the last to get tagged. It was kind of awesome. Then we got kicked out of the lap pool for the swim team. His sister (Sophia) and I watched the boys play that chicken fight game and just in general horse around. For some reason Eduardo came by to check on us, he was super awkward about it too. Later he seemed suspiciously insistent that Sophia and I be friends. She agrees that it was slightly out of character for him. I don't know why. Anyway, this period is about to end. I will write again later. Have a nice day. XD

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