Feb 10, 2005 22:42
I just want to get along with everybody around me. Everyone at Comp. Everyone I know. I just want everyone to like me. I don't want to walk through life, through the day wondering if people have a problem with me. I'm in a really self serving mood. I know this.
Horseback riding tommorrow. I have to break in my boots and get a horse that doesn't gallop. Honestly, I've never gone so fast on a horse with so little control as I did last week. Tory just took off, didn't stick to edge of the ring. My boots were rigid and I couldn't keep my heels down. Jen(the new coach) just kept yelling KEEP YOUR HEELS DOWN and SLOW DOWN THE CANTER. I was just trying to stay on the horse. Its hard to think when you think your going to die. Definetly had minimal control. If he had stopped short I would've rocketed into the wall.
I believe I will stop by Comp some time next week to say Hello to everyone.
Giambi needs to dig a hole and crawl into it.
Nobody likes the Yankees, well at least no one who comments on this journal.
Yankee loving losers.
my back hurts a l o t
permit next week?
::prays::