So I can't stand AP English. I actually came out of there nearly crying. The only class I can't drop, I really want to. The following are the reasons for my mental breakdown.

1. I studied for two days for the Middle English passage, and made a terrible grade.

2. That woman decided to change what our term paper was going to be on. I am one of those kids who has had their book picked out since freshman year. Now, instead we have to write a term paper on a Canterbury tale. Goodness, we have been studying this it seems like forever, do we really need to go more in depth.

3. I do not feel like I am going to prepared for the AP exam. We have only written one paper in thier this whole year. Then all sudden she wants us to start preparing. So basically, we slack off the whole first of the year, and try to cram everything in at the end. She isn't a good teacher, and only seems to care about the yearbook.

I really wish I could drop this class, but I need to take the AP, and to do that I have to be in this class. Really, I made a 36 on reading on the ACT, isn't like I can't pass this. If I am going to be made to jump through pointless hoops for grades that don't even count, I might just loose.

Cara

**EDIT**

Did anyone else notice the Oakland domatation group? So they win one game in five by four points and thinks they dominate us? Hello, we beat you in football, and well pretty much everything else. So one game isn't that big of deal.

Well, while you all were in your beds this morning..I was up  and in Nashville by 9:00, and by 10:00 I had started to run a 5k. It was a pretty good race, course was crazy.. Time was ok..

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So I found out that two people who are both in my social group are throwing a parties for News Years...

I wasn't invited of couse..

I must just be a horrible person...

Cara

Houston we had a problem
and I hade fallin
into a state of withdrawal
and was using xanga!

This tale begins when my sisters and I come home from A Charlie Brown Christmas, which I must say was awesome to say the least, and we come into our currently empty dark house. I go to the front doorway to turn on the the outside Christmas lights, and behind me I hear something fall. My sisters and I quickly search the downstairs only to conclude that the noise came from upstairs. Then one of us hears voices from upstairs. I go quicky to the silverware drawer and pull out the biggest scariest knife I can find. My sisters follow pulling out a smaller knife and a pair of scissors. I start to climb the stairs and they refuse to follow. So I am exploring the dark upstairs with this huge knife. I find nothing and come downstairs. Then Savannah hears a noise and refuses to go upstairs. None the less, we sat around with knifes, until Tori checked upstairs, carrying scissors, and there was nothing. Anyways, I tend to create crazy elaborate fears in my head and then search my house with a huge knife.

Also, could scissors really stab a man?

Cara

Have you ever gotten sucked into a random show? Well, my guilty pleasure is Project Runway. Perhaps I secretly long to be a fashion designer, or perhaps I like seeing the clothes. I think it is that I like seeing gay men cry and create more drama then any girls could. You should see what happens when fabric is stolen.

On a totally unrelated note, why is it now that other girls are finally figuring out that the guys I have know for years are really awesome. The first one was Brian King, the next one was Jeff Wood and the last was Jimmy Taylor. I knew how funny these guys were in Elementry school, I suppose it just took others a little bit to catch on.

Onto a different topic, I seem not to be in the Christmas spirit. No amount of Christmas movies or carols seem to be getting me there. I just think it is that I feel it almost useless for people to spending money on toys and things when there are others suffering. Also, people want to give me gifts and all I want to be able to do is to pay for college. I really don't need a pair of 50 dollar earrings. I feel like a Scrooge.

I would like snow, but lets just all hope for ice.

Cara

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
 But I have promises to keep,
 And miles to go before I sleep,
 And miles to go before I sleep.
It is getting dark too early. I know that is something odd to whine about, but I am having the hardest time getting home and out the door for a run. I come home and I get the mail then I have to look through the mail, and then I go and get my clothes on. By the time I have done all that it is 4:00 and I have maybe twenty or so minuates before it gets dark.

The feel of cold is lovely. It tingles my cheeks and my legs don't feel like they are there. I frankly forget that I am running and not just site seeing. I think winter is my favorite time to run.

So I was accepted to Agnes Scott, so all I have to do is fill out 4 more applications...

Cara

So the current college count is a follows:

Emory&Henry-accepted
Hendrix-accepted
Carson Newman-accepted
Agnes Scott-in waiting
UTC-need to apply
Murrey State-need to apply

I have this urge to write, or type something. My fingers ache wanting movement within each word across this page. My head is telling me to type something worthwhile, something that might get comments.

I have this urge to wake up early tomorrow morning and run. Just run for hours and never stop. My legs want to do, and I can feel them trying to take over the normal thoughts in my head. My head who is telling me that it will be too cold, and you haven't ran in a week.

I have this urge to be with someone. Just to be with a boy, and be able to say I have a boyfriend. My head will tell me that is a silly thought. That no one will be good enough, and that you should wait till you are really ready.

I have this urge to tell my head just to stuff it. I think I might listen to it a bit, pick and choose what I want to follow. Cause sometimes my head doesn't know what it is talking about. Then again, no one can be without a brain.

Cara

I haven't really written a real entry in awhile. You know one that actually is over 4 lines or isn't a quote or a picture.  So for everyone's enjoyment(or pain) I will write a real live breathing( though entries don't breathe) entry.

This week everything has  gone in very slow motion. I suppose it is due to Cross Country being over. It is the oddest feeling for me. Every year around this time, I am looking forward towards the next year and running with my friends(though they feel more like family, one big fat italian family), There is no next year, well not with Siegel. It is gone, four years of running long distance is over. This year was by the far the most amazing. I did so many silly things; getting lost in the woods, getting lost at Barfield, well getting lost pretty much everywhere. I got closer to people. I miss so badly my afternoon talks with Nicky, Anne, and Malorie. Well, this was if I was able to talk while I was running. I love Siegel Cross Country, and it feels like I got dumped by a longtime boyfriend. Isn't this sad, the closet feeling I have ever been to having a boyfriend is having Cross Country.

Track starts beginning of the next year. I can only count the days.

I seem to be very focus this year. I really don't know where this new sense of being older has come from. I feel like I have grown up, but I don't why. Maybe, I finally ready to go college, all I have to worry about is learning to do the wash.

Cara

Fours years of Cross Country is over..it is like Nicky said "Cara just dumped her boyfriend of four years, his name was Cross Country"

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
Robert Frost

Even though it is 90 tomorrow (God hates Varsity), fall has arrived..Plus I love Robert Frost..

My biggest fear I think is being lost, and not knowing how to get back. This does not stop me from exploring, I make crazy turns and go into the woods. Then when I loose my way and there is no way for me to find my way back I freak out. I wonder if this says something about myself. Does this mean I don't watch out how I get into sticky situtions, but once I am there I just want out. Do I truly not look before I leap.

So I am 18 years old and have never been kissed. Sounds like a start of a movie we all know, except she was a little older. It makes me wonder, is it cause I am not trying hard enough to attract the right guys. I have grown out of my crushes on certain boys or my hero worship stage ( yes, having crushes on good runners is what I consider my hero worship stage). I have just become myself. Isn't that what all books teach be yourself and your true love will come to you. I'm not even looking for true love, just a good boyfriend to share my Senior year with. I am sound so emo. I just wonder if I was made to be a girlfriend. Am I just not the right material?

Fall break is going well, though it is off to a slow start but the rest of week should be exciting. Orlando in 2 days and a race tomorrow in Macon. So, I'll see you when I get back.

For some reason I am stressed out. I can't really figure out why, I know what I am not stressed out about the following.
1.School..no work, no nothing
2.Running, I am loving it right now
3.My family seems to be going ok
4. Friends are all ok.
Perhaps there is something else missing. Perhaps it is b/c I haven't sat down and been religious for awhile. I don't know if it is even that. I feel so blessed with everything, right now doesn't seem to be the time that God is trying to spite me.
Perhaps it is thinking about college, but really I don't have to decide about that for awhile. I know I can get in where I want to.
Perhaps, it is what someone told me. Perhaps, I don't need to be so self relient, but it has always worked. Thier words were "you need a boyfriend" but does anybody really need someone else to happy.
Perhaps, I am just worrying about absoloute nothing, and I have truly lost it..
Cara

Sometimes I despise running...but you know what, I could never give it up..There is always next week for that 21..well a 21 again..

Two they are
partners in crime
racing to escape

Tight and loose
Walking contradictions
If I got up

Aching the calves are
From galloping
They feel like a cow

Butterfly in the grass
Hands stretched past
Moving on to the next

3 girls passed
9 girls ahead
1 smiles

"My Humps"

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

Now you know what I was thinking in my race yesterday.. Thank you Nicky!

As usual, I spend alot of time on my math homework, and then we are out of school..

Keep the Salty's in your prayers, thier son isn't doing well..

Edit

Their son passed away last night..

Last weekend, Lance Armstrong and President Bush took a ride, I am sure right past all the protestors. It got me thinking, why isn’t anybody using this time to promote cycling as alternative use of transportation.

This is a perfect chance, cycling is gaining popular, and gas prices are sky rocketing. I’m not saying sell your car and ride everywhere. I am saying use your bike on short errands, or going to somewhere nearby. Also, think about one of the other well huge problems we are battling in American, that’s right obesity. Just think about the calories one would be burning.

Think about it this way. The average American drives 12,000 or so miles per year: So if one cycled 10 miles a week that would cut gas use by 500miles or 4 percent. This would cut overall use in America by 1.6 percent. This is only a tiny dent of course, but I wouldn’t mind having $20 extra dollars.

So instead of slapping on some American flag on your guzzling SUV, strap on a helmet and go..

Cara