I think it's Spring

Yup. It's that glorious time again; Spring. The Dofodils are blooming, the purple and white flowers that I-can't-remember-the-name-of-it's are popping up, and it's sunny. Nice, and sunny. I even have my piggies out. I just love my personal lawn mowers :).

You know what I love about springtime? Track and Field. A.k.a. the best sport ever. I love the high jump, it's my favorite event. I got up to 4'6 last year. Me and this other girl were the only girls left at that point, with about 6 guys who were super tall. But now it's hard to love track.

Why, you may ask? Because I have yet to tell my nutritionist I'm in track. She'll probably flip when she hears I'm doing some form of "strenuous activity". It's fun, and I love it. It's a good excuse to get some fresh air. I'm even typing on my patio in the backyard. Hopefully my laptop's battery can keep up. For the past few days, I've been thinking of ways to break it to her. But what if she makes me quit? Or if I lost weight doing it?! I'm so nervous, even though she had said "I don't have any expectations for you". But what the heck does that mean?!?!?! So if I loose a pound she won't get mad? Or she just doesn't think I'm capable of gaining weight (even though it's kinda true...)? And why do I feel like I've had this rant to you guys (or girls... Whatever...) in a previous post? Meh...

What should I do? I don't want to give up the sport I love, but I don't want to go back to the hospital. Please help me, I'm basically desperate. And no, all you weird people out there, I'm not desperate in that way!!

-Unknown Athena

P.S. I had to re-pot, well, re-cup, the apple plant. It's growing so well! I put an old pencil in it to keep it from bending. I'm so happy!!

Fun Nights and loads of Grease!

Yup, it's 11:55 at night, but I'm still up. Sure, the curtain fell, but I'm still playing. Not really. I was trying to be all metaphorical and stuff. So yeah. Tonight I performed in my school's spring musical; Grease. Sadly I didn't get to finish that earlier post (which I will continue at some point. Key word; some point), but here's a new one fresh off the press. There were many cheers, and flowers (I can't believe my dad got these for me!!), and compliments, and photos taken tonight. I was so thrilled that no one would know I have/had (can't tell anymore) depression! Me and my friends went out to a diner last night to celebrate, which is the tradition with plays and musicals; have fun, then go to a diner. It works like so. But tonight I was so drained and tired that I went home. Delilah was happy to see me, she couldn't stop jumping!

-Unknown Athena

P.S. You should see my apple seed now! It's grown so much! I gotta take a picture to show you guys!

P.P.S. Happy almost-birthday to my friend!

It's growing!

YAY! It's getting bigger everyday (that's what she said...)!! :D Growing is so cool!

-Unknown Athena

I feel like a mom!

No, I am not pregnant, JUST AN FYI, since there are many silly minds among us. I just feel so nurturing and mother-like. Maybe it's Delilah (my ah-dorable new family member), or maybe it's the fact I actually got something to grow. I've always wanted a garden, but since the first day of spring was a very winter-esque day (ahem, SNOW), my dream was broken, and ended up in me crying for what now seems like nothing. It all started with eating an apple; a nice, om-nomerful Gala apple. Then there was the seed, and a lone, empty yogurt cup, and a bag of never-used soil. This is where the big bang happened. Not legit, but close enough. After several days of hoping, watering and less-than-satisfactory amounts of sunlight, it sprouted. It sprouted, it sprouted IT SPROUTED! I swear I feel so good, growing something. Try it, I think you'll enjoy the feeling to. And just think, in oh, I dunno, 50 years, I'll have apples!

Go Veggies (Yeah yeah, I know apples are a fruit)!
-Unknown Athena