So at the meet: I kicked everyone's ass in the breaststroke. But I now officially hate Jessica Tibbitts, the world's most enormous bitch. Before the swim, I was chatting with her sweetly about many random things. I confessed to her that I thought Christy was the best breaststroker and I hoped to beat her. Well, she bitched and moaned and told me that the true best breaststroker was herself. "Or at least," she said with a voice full of anger and hatred, "until you got here." I tried really hard not to smile- that's actually a really nice thing to say, isn't it? We also talked a bit about the relay (which, again, i kicked ass in) and she said with a sigh in her voice, "I don't think I'm getting the relay position this year. I know it's between me and Christy though," she added as an afterthought, eyeing me meaningfully. Whatever, ho. If either you or Christy can throw down a 32.2 50 breast after a 4300 yard practice, then be my guests. But as long as y'all are second to me, shut up, dear. And take it. Damn, I hate adding Christy to that statement, she's so damn nice. Jessica, on the other hand, is a huge bitch who deserves to be kicked off the swim team based on her nasty attitude and even nastier face.
Anyway, we raced. I got second by .23 to a McMurry girl, but beat all the Trinity girls which is all I actually care about. (Bitches...) So I get out and coach is all excited and jumpy and telling me that I'm a great breaststroker and how excited he is about me being on the team and conference and blah blah... so he goes on and on. While this is happening, Jessica Tibbitts gets out of the water, throws her cap to the floor and her goggles against the wall, and screams, "I'm sick and tired of sucking! I hate it when people who don't deserve it beat me!!" Can you say bad sportsmanship? Really, though. Damn bitch.
We came home that night, and I hung out with Cat pretty much all night. She's taking me home: TOMORROW!!! I am SO EXCITED ABOUT GOING HOME.
In closing, I made my school webpage. Visit it now!