I HAD TO MISS FALL OUT BOY FOR SOFTBALL >:O
Maybe I just need to like die or something.
Maybe not.
I just had a rough couple of weeks days. Well first off I had to miss the Cleveland Fall Out Boy show, it was yesterday, Friday. Ahh, it just pisses me off. I got tickets and had to sell them because I had a mandatory softball pratice (that most of the team didn't show up to) and Diana said that she'd kick us off the team if we didn't come. Well, I spent sixty dollars to go and play for that team, so I wanted to stay on it. We're going to be good too, and I really don't want to give that up. I mean I wanted to see Fall Out Boy more, but sixty dollars is a lot of money. And she didn't even kick off the people that didn't come. It really pissed me off. I'm really sick of this crap, but I really can't do anything about it, so whatever, I'll get by. Anyways I was really looking forward to waking up at eight o'clock in the morning to drive 45 min to get to the show early so I could meet the band and get pictures and stuff. I was really looking forward to getting autographs and telling the band how much I love and respect their music. But you know, I hope one of their eight or so dates for the Warped Tour is in Cleveland so i can go and see them there. Or maybe I'll go to Michigan to see them. It's a five hour drive, but I think it'll be worth it, if you know, my mom lets me go.
Well anyways, today I had my first softball game. We won. It was fun, but Jackie kept telling me how Nick got her a FOB shirt and I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. It was fun though I hit good, and stole home like three or so times (now I have a bunch of torn up skin on my thigh. And not it's hard to walk.). It was great. We run-ruled them. It was fun. OH, and I had to run a couple hundred laps because I said, "I can't believe I missed the fuckin' Fall Out Boy concert for a a mandatory softball practice that no one decided to fuckin' show up to. This really fuckin' pisses me off, I mean, what the Hell? I could be jumping around breaking my ankle or something. What the fuck. I'm so pissed." in front of a team mom. Oops. And if you know me, I really don't say the 'F' word unless I'm really mad or something. I was. When I realized we only had half our team I blew up. I was so mad.
I don't know what else to update about, so I guess this is it.
<3 Angela.
ps. I have to fix my info. Really bad. My interests are.. Not so much my interests anymore.
( I cross-posted this in my GreatestJournal, so if you want to check that out, it's http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/angewood/ if you want to go and check it out. I'm not going to update this a lot, or as much as i do there, but yeah, it is so much better over there, more icons, easier to use, not like this is hard or anything, but you know. Oh, I just got a kick ass layout over there, you might just want to click the link to check that out. It's a Pat/Kenny one. It's real pimped. )
[EDIT]
I went down to the docks for my nephew, Jordan's birthday party. He is five today. He is so cute. As soon as I walked over to him he was trying to cast a line (he was fishing) and he got the hook stuck to his head. And he put his hand to his head and goes, "Ow." I'm like, "Jordie, what did you do, babe?" And he pulls on it, and goes, "Ow!" again, and I see that he got the hook stuck on his head, so I go, "Oh no Jordie! Don't do that!" And I run over, and he runs his hands through his hair and he gets the hook out of his head and sets the pole down. I walk up to him and go, "Are you okay, hon?" And he nodded, so I turn to go and walk away and he quietly starts to cry and I turn around and pick him up and I kiss his head and go, "It'll be okay babe." And I brought him to my sister, Wendy, and she put some antibacterial stuff on it, and he was a-okay. It was so cute though.. I just wanted tolet y'all know my little hook story, so I'm done editing this aha.
ps. I don't know if I already said this or not, but I have a neww screen name, and it's id bang Tony L hi im ralphy because I was getting a little sick of eight hundred people I dislike IMing me. And It wasn't any of you.
Maybe not.
I just had a rough couple of weeks days. Well first off I had to miss the Cleveland Fall Out Boy show, it was yesterday, Friday. Ahh, it just pisses me off. I got tickets and had to sell them because I had a mandatory softball pratice (that most of the team didn't show up to) and Diana said that she'd kick us off the team if we didn't come. Well, I spent sixty dollars to go and play for that team, so I wanted to stay on it. We're going to be good too, and I really don't want to give that up. I mean I wanted to see Fall Out Boy more, but sixty dollars is a lot of money. And she didn't even kick off the people that didn't come. It really pissed me off. I'm really sick of this crap, but I really can't do anything about it, so whatever, I'll get by. Anyways I was really looking forward to waking up at eight o'clock in the morning to drive 45 min to get to the show early so I could meet the band and get pictures and stuff. I was really looking forward to getting autographs and telling the band how much I love and respect their music. But you know, I hope one of their eight or so dates for the Warped Tour is in Cleveland so i can go and see them there. Or maybe I'll go to Michigan to see them. It's a five hour drive, but I think it'll be worth it, if you know, my mom lets me go.
Well anyways, today I had my first softball game. We won. It was fun, but Jackie kept telling me how Nick got her a FOB shirt and I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. It was fun though I hit good, and stole home like three or so times (now I have a bunch of torn up skin on my thigh. And not it's hard to walk.). It was great. We run-ruled them. It was fun. OH, and I had to run a couple hundred laps because I said, "I can't believe I missed the fuckin' Fall Out Boy concert for a a mandatory softball practice that no one decided to fuckin' show up to. This really fuckin' pisses me off, I mean, what the Hell? I could be jumping around breaking my ankle or something. What the fuck. I'm so pissed." in front of a team mom. Oops. And if you know me, I really don't say the 'F' word unless I'm really mad or something. I was. When I realized we only had half our team I blew up. I was so mad.
I don't know what else to update about, so I guess this is it.
<3 Angela.
ps. I have to fix my info. Really bad. My interests are.. Not so much my interests anymore.
( I cross-posted this in my GreatestJournal, so if you want to check that out, it's http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/angewood/ if you want to go and check it out. I'm not going to update this a lot, or as much as i do there, but yeah, it is so much better over there, more icons, easier to use, not like this is hard or anything, but you know. Oh, I just got a kick ass layout over there, you might just want to click the link to check that out. It's a Pat/Kenny one. It's real pimped. )
[EDIT]
I went down to the docks for my nephew, Jordan's birthday party. He is five today. He is so cute. As soon as I walked over to him he was trying to cast a line (he was fishing) and he got the hook stuck to his head. And he put his hand to his head and goes, "Ow." I'm like, "Jordie, what did you do, babe?" And he pulls on it, and goes, "Ow!" again, and I see that he got the hook stuck on his head, so I go, "Oh no Jordie! Don't do that!" And I run over, and he runs his hands through his hair and he gets the hook out of his head and sets the pole down. I walk up to him and go, "Are you okay, hon?" And he nodded, so I turn to go and walk away and he quietly starts to cry and I turn around and pick him up and I kiss his head and go, "It'll be okay babe." And I brought him to my sister, Wendy, and she put some antibacterial stuff on it, and he was a-okay. It was so cute though.. I just wanted tolet y'all know my little hook story, so I'm done editing this aha.
ps. I don't know if I already said this or not, but I have a neww screen name, and it's id bang Tony L hi im ralphy because I was getting a little sick of eight hundred people I dislike IMing me. And It wasn't any of you.