Dear Diary: Gettin' Physical
Sorry about the long wait you guys, I hate to disappoint my readers. I was sick with mono, and sadly I didn't get it by kissing anyone :(
But on a happier note, I'm feeling better so let's celebrate with a brand new chapter!
Dear Diary,
Yet another thing we have in common is sports. I don't like sports because they inspire conflict and pointless feuds, but there is nothing in my power to do anything about it, yet. They say if you can't beat them then join them, and that is exactly what I did. I joined the cheerleading team my freshman year, because I love the feeling of inspiring other people. We are there to help them, and cheer them on; a purely positive sport. I do, do competitive cheer, but there isn't any risen conflict between squads, except for the Diva's that I personally like to shove of the stage in an 'accident'. It's like the world forgot about the real purpose of sports and that is to bring us together and have fun. They get so caught up in scores and records that forget the sentimental value of it all.
He on the other hand, plays football in the fall, wrestles in the winter, and throws discus for track and field in the fall. That is another reason why I joined a sport, so it would coincide with his. I love watching him during practices and games, and when I cheer I cheer for him. No one else really matters to me.
As I've said before he plays football in the fall. If I'm lucky enough, while I'm doing the splits I will get to see him, shirtless, running drills. His number is 71, and he is a tight end for our team. He's pretty good at it too, an average of 13 tackles and 2 touchdowns a game, remarkable really. I attended every game he played, given that I was cheerleader, but I would have done it anyways. For some reason he was always easy for me to spot out in the sea of testosterone, and after I flipped some what's her name into a back tuck basket toss, I would instantly find him and watch.
The seasons would blend together mix fall with winter storms, and winter with colorful leaves on the trees. Winter happens to be my favorite season. The snow seals the deal for me, I mean it's so beautiful and picturesque you can always feel the magic in the air. I daydream on going on a sleigh ride with him; pulled by two palominos in a candy apple red open carriage. Instead I settle, well I'm not really settling, for wrestling season.
Oh how I love the wrestling season so much. In case you didn't know the national outfit for wrestlers are singlets, and they reveal a lot. The best way to describe them is to picture a unitard, cut the legs to the length of booty shorts, then cut the torso to a V-neck tank top that comes as low as the sternum. Give it a school emblem and BAM! You've got a singlet, with a fabric change to, extra tight spandex of course.
A typical wrestling match last one to two hours depends on the number of schools. Two hours of watching high school men roll around on mats together, trying to pin each other. That to me is one of the pinnacles of erotic. We don't cheer for the wrestling team, in fact varsity cheerleaders cheer for the basketball team during the winter. Being Co-Captain of the squad (It wasn't that hard; I am one of three boys on the team and I've got more spirit than the two of them together), I can order the Junior Varsity to extra cheering, if I felt it necessary they needed more practice. So, three other girls and I cheer for the wrestling team, because that's who we are; good sports who happen to cheer for certain sports.
All in all his performance in wrestling is actually better than his football performance. He has been to state all four years of his high school career and he has won three of them. And he is even sexier in a singlet than his football jersey.
The snow melts, and so does the Thanksgiving/ Christmas Diner combo weight (Or at least I wish it would). So the spring sports begin and cheerleading ends, for good. So what is my excuse for watching the practices, and attending every game, only to stay for the discus? Why I am simply interested in track and field. Yes he is also good at discus too.
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Sometimes I wonder if there isn't anything he can't do. A well rounded individual, some might call him, but I think he is so much more. He is gifted in every aspect of his life. He's got it all while I have nothing, but I'm not jealous I'm actually happy for him. It's just that he is everything I have ever and will ever want out of life. If I could have one thing that would always keep me happy, and always be satisfied with life, I would ask for him.
A glued piece of paper I wrote in Calculus class
A list of things about him for Diary;
He is kind, a sweetheart, and a charismatic youth
He is a strong and confident individual, with a powerful sense of determination
He is well built in every part of his body (Ah-Thank you very much!)
He is a gentleman full of courtesy and respect for others
He is a good listener
He has the most amazing sense of fashion, more than any straight boy I know
My favorite outfit he wears consist of
Blue suede shoes (Ironic really)
Tan slacks that hug his cheeks real good
Whit button up
Matching blue checkered sweater vest
And the cutest blue bowtie
He is to die for
He has a great knowledge of right and wrong
He isn't afraid of anything
Great taste in music
Honestly Diary the list could go on and on if you wanted it to, but I fear you would run out of paper before I run out of words.
Love Always,
Peeta
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XoxXx,
Crystal Heartlace