I went jogging yesterday, did the trail and back. I walked to the trail, jogged the trail, walked to Greg's house and back to the trail, jogged to the end, walked to our street, and ran home.
I walked my dog today, too, did the trail and back.
I'm trying to get in shape, physically, for marching season. I'm gonna die if I don't do this now, and stay in shape over the summer. I mean, seriously? I'm gonna be on bass line next year, and I gotta be ready for it.
I have to be better than all the guys. Mallets wise, I'm better than two freshmen and most of the sophomores. I can't hold a candle up to one of the juniors, but I'm in front of at least one of them.
I've gotta prove that I CAN do this, that I CAN be a girl on drumline! I'm psyched for it, I can't wait. I'm jogging and walking, gotta start strengthening my arms and legs,too.
I'm not gonna let these guys beat me. So I gotta beat them. Wish me luck!
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Tell Sam that he's dead, it's not a lie, it's true-
that we'll never again be friends, never again be true blue.
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Tell Gina to hug, tell Forrest not to cry-
because we all know that his death is not a lie.
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RIP Shawn Ross Martin, May 1995-December 2006
that we'll never again be friends, never again be true blue.
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Tell Gina to hug, tell Forrest not to cry-
because we all know that his death is not a lie.
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RIP Shawn Ross Martin, May 1995-December 2006