Uh. Coach? Can we leave?

Would you like to kill us now? Or would you rather prolong the process. I don't quite understand why, but this year, instead of actually working in practice, my desire is zero. Nonexistant. I hate swim team this year. Nothing really motivates. Nothing. Not one thing, well, except the boys, could ever make me want to be there. Stop that. I guess I heart the team. I do. I enjoy the whole, We are a family deal, but other than that, It isn't what it used to be.

Well. I guess we should look at the brighter side of things hey? Uh. The coaches. We currently have three. Two of which I love, the other, well, eh. I could live with out. Let me give you an intro. A little intro on each of the coaches.

Ah. Coach. Lisa. She is the only coach I actually call "coach" She's a gem. I love her. Really. She has been my coach since I was the age of ten. (si. since the age of 10. You would think I would have improved much since then. Pffft. That's a good one.) Anyway. Believe it or not, I look up to coach. She has inspired me, she ran ragnar. For crying out loud, she ran freaking ragnar. That takes skill and desire. Not only is she our coach, she is our friend. She cares about what goes on in our lives. She asks about it. She works one on one to achieve our goals. She is everything a coach should be. She tries hard. The fact that I give her grief is wrong. I know it is, and as we have covered before, my rebellion and disrespect is uncalled for, but I try, well. I am trying to work on that. Coach deserves so much more, oh so much more respect and credit then we, as a team, give her.

Wendy: Oh. Wendy. Wendy. Wendy. Alright. I will say it, I will come right out and say it. I love love love Wendy. She is a crack up. She beat girls up in highschool, even knocking teeth out. I admire that. One of my favorite things to do at swim meets is pick fights with the opposing team's female participants. But. Shhhh. Don't tell anyone. Maybe I should not admire the fact that she attacks people, but I do. Wendy is a firm believer in punishment, their punishments, haa. They make me laugh, they aren't really punishments, nevertheless, I am grateful for them. Wendy, she is a friend. She's crazy. I like it. Alot. She has a firm hold on things, and tells Coach what's up. I laugh at that. Wendy? She has three kids. Josh, Ethan, and Emma. Emma and I are friends. She tells me all. Wendy accuses me of being in "like" with wes and for touching him, "lovingly" I think she is crazy. But. I heart coach Wendy. She is my absolute favorite coach. Ever. I mean ever. She is one in a million.

Angie. "I don't talk to her. She doesn't talk to me. And we are okay with that."

My work, my enjoyment, my motivation. It's down the garbage disposal. There is non. Not one ounce. I love the team. With all my heart. I love the clothes, the perks. Even though there aren't many, but the team brings me happiness. Let us touch on a few of the team members. Just a select few, some of my favorites.

Jameson. Oh we love Jameson. You have heard all about Jameson. Jameson and I used to be really good friends, but it seems the beautiful boy and I are drifting, he doesn't like my disrespect, but hey, can you blame him? Jameson is a beast with a beautiful body. Oh. I heart him. He looks good in the water. I like it.

Lil' Fonz: A.K.A. Kevin. He's a fonseca. The coveted of all athletic families in the surrounding states, or at least the four corners. He's adorable, with big eyelashes. I would take any fonseca I could get, cept not really. Lil fonz and I go way back to Amanda's A1 class sophmore year. I believe that is when we connected. Lil' fonz is my continual entertainment, he has a crazy ex girlfriend named Summer, who I like, well, not too much really. But Kev. Kev is a doll.

Ryan: Eh. Ryan Fonseca. Lil' fonz's "big little brother" Ryan is nasty, disrespectful, apathetic 14 year old boy of whom I love with all my heart. Let's leave it at that.

Wes. The first of "Mandi's boys" Wes and I also go way back, about to the age of ten I suppose. Though I never knew him well. Now? Well, now I know him too well. We will once again leave it at that.


Sid and Carrie: Always together, so they belong together. I used to be good friends with these girls really, dont know what happened. But hey. I still love them. Even though there is always awkward tension. They still sort of belong with me.

Dane, Braden, Austin and Jordan. Austin keyed my car. Jordan took me to homecoming. Braden is a babe with gorgeous eyes, and Dane? I love dane with all my heart, he is just working on finding himself right now. He deserves a kiss. Oh. Please. Please. Please. Dont let it be summer.

Summer. If I had a mortal enemy, I suppose it would be her. Oh. She is a peach. She is the crazed ex girlfriend you hear about in movies. She definintly falls under that catergory. I dont really actually know why. But. She hates me, and strangely, I like that feeling of hatred. It spices up my life a bit. *note* she is also Angie's daughter.

Andrew: My favorite. My favorite. A laugh a minute he is.

Jeff: Oh Jeff. Oh. "I can take him." "You can think of me, it'll make you swim faster." Thanks Jeff Thanks. Oh where would the world be without jeff?

Zack: Sadies Date. Need I say more?

Swim Team. We are full of rebellion, disrespect and hatred towards one another. Yet, we stick together. Fight off other women, men, officials and coaches. I guess that is what makes us a team.