19th January 1998

Today was our sports fest, or Intramurals. Each grade level was assigned to a sport to play. It was supposed to be two sports for each level but the PE coordinators changed it, for some reason. Ours was volleyball. Now if it were something more interesting like basketball or baseball or whatever, I might have joined. When I hit the ball, I swear, I can feel my wrists breaking! I wish we had baseball. I'd probably be the best batter (not to brag).

Thank god the coaches didn't force me to play in the Intramurals.

Just as I suspected, we lost. Not that I was thinking negative. My other friends even thought we would lose. Why? Most of the players had no self-confidence. Some of them were players so that my other classmates could make fun of them. Only four of the players were really good ones. So we lost.

There's a loser's game on Wednesday. I hope we make it there.

Tomorrow is my grandpa's birthday. He's turning 65 or 66. That's pretty old. I wonder if I would last that long. I'd hate to think about it. I'd hate to think about death. What happens when you're dead anyway? Do you go to heaven right away or do you have to pass some test? Do you become an angel when you go to heaven? What if I die in the end of the world and then heaven gets overcrowded? Do I spend the rest of my dead life there? What do I do in heaven? Is it like Earth?

Questions, questions. All unanswerable questions until I die. I wouldn't want to die. I still have a happy life ahead. And besides, I want to experience growing up (even though I hate puberty).

Death is a too unhappy topic to talk about, eh?