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Life has been a series of humdrum events these last couple of weeks, and I suppose I am coming to terms with it. Classes are kinda fun, especially when they are cancelled. You ever get a weird feeling in your gut like you know that you were being negligent and it may have caught up to you without knowing? Maybe its only an extreme procrastinator thing, like a lazy mans force. Anyway, I felt a strong disturbance Tuesday night that told me that I had a paper due in 16 hours. Since those are normal circumstances, I did the usual mental pre-writing thing and called John for the verdict. Not only do I have 2 weeks for that paper, but there was no class this week. My first reaction was relief, followed by an overachiever psyche. For a split second I wanted to write that paper, to drop it like its hot, and many other ghetto sayings that I can’t think of right now. My whole inefficient life flashed before my eyes, but I got over and played some Gunbound.
In other news, I am an associate coach for Lakeview Rugby. I was only dealing with the guys team, but after one practice it is obvious who needs my focus. The girls all need to find their inner cocks and use it to kick the shit out of each other without holding back or saying sorry. Everyone, penis or not, needs to be worked until the point of passing out. The girls need it more though, if they are tired they can’t giggle. I feel weird coaching them, like if I say the wrong thing I am gonna be charged with some heinous sexual harassment charge. One day I will have to defend my grossly outspoken mouth, and I will probably lose. But until that day I will say what I want, when I want to- barring taboo topics and things that will hurt people. Words can hurt, I am both a victim and a perp of that shit. People’s backs are not shaped to let everything roll off them, I am living proof. I obsess over all the wrong things that the wrong people say, trying to live my life based on those shits. I am done with the concerns of people who change their opinion about me with every cycle of the moon. You love me or you hate me, make up your mind and leave it on my desk for a lice check. I’m out this bitch like the stink of a febreezed room.
In other news, I am an associate coach for Lakeview Rugby. I was only dealing with the guys team, but after one practice it is obvious who needs my focus. The girls all need to find their inner cocks and use it to kick the shit out of each other without holding back or saying sorry. Everyone, penis or not, needs to be worked until the point of passing out. The girls need it more though, if they are tired they can’t giggle. I feel weird coaching them, like if I say the wrong thing I am gonna be charged with some heinous sexual harassment charge. One day I will have to defend my grossly outspoken mouth, and I will probably lose. But until that day I will say what I want, when I want to- barring taboo topics and things that will hurt people. Words can hurt, I am both a victim and a perp of that shit. People’s backs are not shaped to let everything roll off them, I am living proof. I obsess over all the wrong things that the wrong people say, trying to live my life based on those shits. I am done with the concerns of people who change their opinion about me with every cycle of the moon. You love me or you hate me, make up your mind and leave it on my desk for a lice check. I’m out this bitch like the stink of a febreezed room.