Jogging

Cool wind blows in my face, I continue to jog, moving my hips and arms in a way that makes me look professional. I breath in and out smoothly, keeping pace with myself, wearing my 'don't piss off the voices' shirt, and my blue yoga and track pants. The weather is cool, and I'm enjoying it, the sky is cloudy unfortunatley, no sunset for me to watch. Life isn't always lucky, we can't count on everything to go right, but cool weather is good for me. Fall has started, litterally, now that things are cooling down and leaves are turning. I expect peak by October, but I can never be too sure. Turing the corner, I enter a world of trees and houses, and cars parked at the side of the grey pavement, people making dinner in their kitchens, and slowly ending the day, in hopes of waking up tomorrow to a fresh pot of coffee. I lick my lips in attempt to keep them moist, but the wind dries them once more, and I'm forced to go on without any access to chapstick. My breathing grows heavy, and my lungs feel the pressure, but I don't slow down, only speed up, set toward my goal, trying to get home in enough time to watch my show.
So it goes on in the like, never stopping, except when waiting for a car, jogging in place at the time. I arrive four houses before my own, and bolt off, moving my arms faster, and my legs moving at there full extent. I arrive at home, putting my hands on my head to allow more air into my lungs, and then running inside to consume a welcoming glass of cold water.

Purpose

I sit in my computer chair, once again, and wonder what my purpose here on earth is. Many times I have thought about it, and many times I have guessed to what it may be. Time will tell what my destiny is, for now, I must savor my last year before hell breaks loose.
Conformation class on Sunday, as always, beaming at the pastor, listening to him talk about the commandments, my attention wavering slightly when he started giving a small sex talk. Dating was another topic he went over, he was talking about the difference between dating and courting, and how the two are often confused in present-day America. I rolled my eyes at some of the things he said, such as 'dating as many people as you want at one time', making me want to smack him back to reality, and teach him how women feel about that, and how jealousy and cat fights come as a result. Not that any guy is actually worth breaking a nail over, but how idiotic that statement sounded at the time.
Another topic that made me all sorts of angry, was homosexuality, and how it is like murder. Murder.
Bull.
Freakin' bull.
How the hell could that be like murder? Love is love. If a man and a man love each other, or a woman and a woman love each other, so be it. That's life. We aren't perfect. If the Christians want to look down and homosexuality, then they are being discriminate, people shouldn't be judged like that, not at all. Especially when Christians sometimes seem to think that THEY are superior over everyone. Catholics, Episcopalians, and all those other Protestant religions. You may hear it different, but my mind may comprehend things different than yours.
Rel then came over, and we ate subway and stayed up until some ungodly hour, watching Family Guy and Futurama. She went home earlier today, leaving me to go to kung-fu, and come home and eat dinner.
Now I sit typing away at incredible speeds that most normal thirteen year olds couldn't and laughing for using the word 'normal', because I am truly far from it.

I need a piece of chocolate.

I'm staring at my pile of bills saved over the summer, wondering how this is going to pay for law school, a camcorder, and a trip to a mall on Tuesday. Pathetic. I have a hard life, and I'm only thirteen. I decide to count the bills. Approxiamatly 150 dollars, since the chances that I counted wrong are high. Sure I have a job, but I doubt cramming three hours of setting up tables at a banquet hall is going to pay off anytime soon. I'll give it about another decade. Maybe I'll at least have saved up 10,000. Haha. What would that pay for in college? A month? No, maybe a week. At least I'd be able to get some kind of law/politic based education. Not to mention the degree in political science I plan to have by then.
I look at the clock. One thirty. Maybe I should go over to a friends house today. But who? I don't know anyone of the same gender I can talk to without getting bored after about an hour. If I go to one of my guy friend's house, it'll seem like a date. Maybe not to me, but to him and the rest of the population of the world. I sigh. Life is weird. Really weird. I beam at my computer. All thanks to you, you piece of trash.
Dammit.
I have alot to worry about right now, I should be out, getting exercise, but instead I sit here, immersing myself in the my virtual internet world. Plus, if I try to ride away in my bike, I'll most likely be forced to come back and wear my childish rainbow-colored helmet. No thank you. I'll get in some jogging after Conformation class at church, to many pollutants during the day to activate my asthma. Maybe just for a simple walk. Yes! That's it. It'll give me time to unravel, and allow my eyes to rest from staring at this mezmerizing, pixilated computer screen. Yeah, I'm using big words, I feel smart.
My homework is done, just a simple algebra lesson on lateral and surface area. Nothing to difficult about that. Adding like terms will come soon, and I despise that. I like working with the unit multipliers and fractions, those are the most fun. Good thing the President doesn't have to do big mathamatical equations. He gets the calculator. Soon his position will be mine. In twenty two years from now, that is. The last thirteen years have gone by fast enough, I wouldn't question the next twenty or so.
Which brings on another subject.
High school.
Gulp.
I don't want to think about it. Where I am going, I have no essential clue. I'm not prepared to be made fun of. Since I know I will. My insane outbreaks are bound to scare someone. Friends? My friends for the past eight years? They'll all be going somewhere else. Again, dammit. Curse the irony. Curse it to the deepest depths of firey hell. Don't you love my beautiful, inquisive, adjectives and adverbs? I'm not even sure what the hell 'inquisive' means, but I'm sure it has something to do with elegence and glamor. Glamor? Sounds teeny-bopper ish. Ugh. Teenagers. They scare the living shit out of me too. Despite the fact I am one. I just avoid using 'like' to many times, and talking like I still think the world is flat.
Whatever, the walk plan sounded good to begin with, I'll go with that.