God damnit. My feet are still hurting from P.E. today. After we stretched, we ran obsticle courses, sprinted, did relay races, and after we did all that shit, we ran four laps around the field [equivalent to 1.2 miles]. And yeah, since Harbor is on block scheduling, our classes are almost two hours long each. We did an hour and some minutes of total running. Gah! And I'm getting out of shape, too. Last year, my mile time [actually, 1.2 mile time] was like, around 9 minutes. Today, my 1.2 mile time is fucking 12 minutes. Holy shit. Lorraine and this Junior that hangs out with us [forgot her name]'s mile time was 15 minutes. Tori just sat there, though. I think she told the teacher that she sprained her ankle and that she was unable to run. -_-;

Lets see... Art... nothing really happened. I actually had a mini-conversation with Andrew, as I was RUNNING to Art class [the late bell had already rung]. I was about 10 feet from the Art class, when I slowed down a little bit because I saw Andrew walk the opposite way as me. I grinned a fiendish little grin and he said, "Haha, you're late" Me: "Pffft, I know. ^^;;" *starts running again*

And that was it. Holy shit, I'm so lame. WHY CAN'T I TALK TO HIM? Bah.