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So, because Chrismon doesn’t trust Kayla or Nicole with heavey machinery, I find myself doing spotlight for Chicago. Easy- Kinda. Stress free? More so than back stage work. Boring as all holy hell? You bet. Oh well, my main contribution to the show is my technical work, not back stage time. Finally finished painting that goddamn bar. I can sleep easy now.
Oh wait, I don’t sleep.
I’m not happy with it though, because the arms are fucked up. No one notices though, so hey, who cares?
The game today was crazy. We had no subs because we have 5 injured players, counting the forever benched kaylie and I. We were so much better than Central, but went into over time because we couldn’t finish, and it was inevitable, we ran out of gas and got beat for a few minutes after controlling 98% of the game. Gay. The reffs were horrible, and to highlight this point, one of the vance students bashed the linesmans rear window in with a bat.
My school is so fucking ghetto; even the suburban kids are criminals.
Oh wait, I don’t sleep.
I’m not happy with it though, because the arms are fucked up. No one notices though, so hey, who cares?
The game today was crazy. We had no subs because we have 5 injured players, counting the forever benched kaylie and I. We were so much better than Central, but went into over time because we couldn’t finish, and it was inevitable, we ran out of gas and got beat for a few minutes after controlling 98% of the game. Gay. The reffs were horrible, and to highlight this point, one of the vance students bashed the linesmans rear window in with a bat.
My school is so fucking ghetto; even the suburban kids are criminals.