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(Ack! Again, sorry for the lack of updates. I am ashamed!)
Today it hit me. I live in a redneck, Bush ass-kissing, broken dreams town. Okay, maybe the broken dreams part is a little exaggerated, but the other parts aren't. My mom and I went to this Exxon Mobile place after school today, and on the counter was a huge carton of candy cigarettes. Not only that, but you should have seen the woman behind the counter. She was the epitome of a redneck, I swear! I can't really describe what I mean, but anyone who's ever been to the South knows what I'm talking about. And then the place smelled like pee. And this isn't just the convenience stores either. Every place I go in Dallas smells like pee and has rednecks. I just walk around going, "I live here, yo." And I can't believe it!
Now, school. Two things happened that make life sucky for me.
Football in gym is not good for me. Just today, I got hurt nine times (LMAO, I sound like 50 Cent: "I got shot nine times, homie!" hehe)!!! Some fat guy plowed into me, I fell while running to tag this guy (that's what I get for being a team player...), someone stepped on my foot, jabbed me in my ribs, kicked my heel, a Goth dude plowed into me as well, then hit my ribs, then my shoulder, and someone else threw a ball at my head. But I guess I shouldn't complain (shouldn't, but sure as hell will) cause some girl got her nose broken during horseshoes. Don't ask me why they were using real horseshoes in the first place, or why they make us play softball now instead of just spending $15 to buy plastic ones. And my dad was gonna show me how to play, too! Then I could have been the star horseshoe thrower in the school. :(
Mrs. Mowry, my bitchy science and reading teacher, makes us buy Spirit ribbons for 0.75 to get extra credit on our test. Apparently making enough money for the school to buy the cheerleaders' uniforms and not the cheerleaders is more important than our academic educations. Bitch. I bet her baby isn't even her husband's! Stupid whore.
Oh, and would you believe that my school library has not one book on the fundamentals of football? And every place on the internet uses terms I don't understand like "rush" and "blitz" without explaining them. If anyone can point me in the direction of a decent site where I can learn about Pro football, please do! I want to make myself a little quiz afterward so I can really follow my Pats, and not just stare at the screen drooling and cheer when our score goes up.
Have a nice night y'all, and please, keep the Northern spirit alive! DEATH TO REDNECKS!
Today it hit me. I live in a redneck, Bush ass-kissing, broken dreams town. Okay, maybe the broken dreams part is a little exaggerated, but the other parts aren't. My mom and I went to this Exxon Mobile place after school today, and on the counter was a huge carton of candy cigarettes. Not only that, but you should have seen the woman behind the counter. She was the epitome of a redneck, I swear! I can't really describe what I mean, but anyone who's ever been to the South knows what I'm talking about. And then the place smelled like pee. And this isn't just the convenience stores either. Every place I go in Dallas smells like pee and has rednecks. I just walk around going, "I live here, yo." And I can't believe it!
Now, school. Two things happened that make life sucky for me.
Football in gym is not good for me. Just today, I got hurt nine times (LMAO, I sound like 50 Cent: "I got shot nine times, homie!" hehe)!!! Some fat guy plowed into me, I fell while running to tag this guy (that's what I get for being a team player...), someone stepped on my foot, jabbed me in my ribs, kicked my heel, a Goth dude plowed into me as well, then hit my ribs, then my shoulder, and someone else threw a ball at my head. But I guess I shouldn't complain (shouldn't, but sure as hell will) cause some girl got her nose broken during horseshoes. Don't ask me why they were using real horseshoes in the first place, or why they make us play softball now instead of just spending $15 to buy plastic ones. And my dad was gonna show me how to play, too! Then I could have been the star horseshoe thrower in the school. :(
Mrs. Mowry, my bitchy science and reading teacher, makes us buy Spirit ribbons for 0.75 to get extra credit on our test. Apparently making enough money for the school to buy the cheerleaders' uniforms and not the cheerleaders is more important than our academic educations. Bitch. I bet her baby isn't even her husband's! Stupid whore.
Oh, and would you believe that my school library has not one book on the fundamentals of football? And every place on the internet uses terms I don't understand like "rush" and "blitz" without explaining them. If anyone can point me in the direction of a decent site where I can learn about Pro football, please do! I want to make myself a little quiz afterward so I can really follow my Pats, and not just stare at the screen drooling and cheer when our score goes up.
Have a nice night y'all, and please, keep the Northern spirit alive! DEATH TO REDNECKS!