Just as I Thought

I always take Steph out to dinner. When she is hungry (like now), all she can think about is food and dessert--baked chicken with peas and mashed potatoes, and Tiramisu. Broccoli, in addition to squash and all other vegetables, is great for me. The drive-me-completely-nuts girlfriend gives me a lot of headache.

As a sportsman, I have learned that studying is a lot harder than running or swimming a mile. Also, I know exactly that after swimming or running a mile, I am more than tired; however, I know that after studying, I am a lot more exhausted. Surprisingly, I don't do well on the exam but get a fair grade on my report card. I think I make a C+ on the math test; nevertheless, I make a B+. For Steph, she studies hard for the math test, but she often tells me that she doesn't study enough.

This morning, I have been asleep for twenty minutes when the phone rings and wakes me up. She calls me and she says that she thinks only about me. I admit that I am flattered, but I want my dream when sleeping. I think the noise I hear is a grizzly bear in my bedroom. I usually sleep late but she gets up early.

Last Friday, I rush home, and I finish my homework before basketball practice. To me, basketball is frequently played sport.

We go to the beach last summer; I learn to surf. I see her sitting, eating, and chatting with her close friends on her cell. If she wants to stay healthy, she must eat well and watch her waistline. I keep telling her that eating too many cookies or other sweet things can give her the sugar jitters. If she doesn't care about what I say, the effect could be very bad. One day I might need to say this to her, 'If you would have listened to me, this never would have happened.'

In this coming June, I, not Steph, will be going to camp.