Carved upon my stone… my body lie but still I roam…
Well, today is the 22nd. The day I broke up with my very first boyfriend. Hah. It’s been, what, five years now? And honestly, I thank god that I didn’t try to extend that relationship into years rather than months. I mean, I can tolerate David, but he’s such an arrogant asshole that I just… blah. Don’t like being around him much. Enough about him. >_>
I’ve had a pretty fun week. Monday was senior pictures, which was decent. Wore a burgundy feather thing for them, and I thought they turned out pretty good. Wed. I didn’t have Vo-tech, so I just got to slack and play XS until 11. Coach was really pissed after our scrimmage on Tuesday, since he thinks we aren’t in good enough shape, so he made us run 14 suicides, 10 figure eight laps, 20 sprints, in addition to all our drills. I was about to DIE. After practice, I went out to this cookout that the Baptist church Youth Group was having, and hung out there and watched some idiots make fools out of themselves. After that, I went to town to get some pizza, and took Erika with me just for fun. We were going to go look at the car she might be getting (A 2004 Sunfire, lucky girl), but it was a little too late so the car dealership was closed. So we just went and got some shakes from Sonic, and then went home. Erika and I were talking about how Lindsey lies. Like she told us she made out with Mitchem’s boyfriend (because Sara was talking about him cheating on her) but we found out that it was really this girl named Cinnamon was the one who he slept with. And she was telling us how much she drank and did drugs. And how many people she’s fucked.
Thursday I had off. But we still had to come… and run a shit load. Didn’t really do much else. Was kind of getting down last night, after thinking about the past, because I was wearing my track jersey… well, oh well. It happens. Today was also unproductive. Got on the internet, and played games. Tried to help Strago sort out his lady problems, but I’m not sure if I did. O.o Went home, studied for a few minutes for tomorrow’s ACT, and then watched the Last Samurai. I don’t care what bitches say about it being about a white guy samurai or whatever. I liked it.
Well, later.
And P.S. I HATE FEI DIE DIE DIE FEI.
I’ve had a pretty fun week. Monday was senior pictures, which was decent. Wore a burgundy feather thing for them, and I thought they turned out pretty good. Wed. I didn’t have Vo-tech, so I just got to slack and play XS until 11. Coach was really pissed after our scrimmage on Tuesday, since he thinks we aren’t in good enough shape, so he made us run 14 suicides, 10 figure eight laps, 20 sprints, in addition to all our drills. I was about to DIE. After practice, I went out to this cookout that the Baptist church Youth Group was having, and hung out there and watched some idiots make fools out of themselves. After that, I went to town to get some pizza, and took Erika with me just for fun. We were going to go look at the car she might be getting (A 2004 Sunfire, lucky girl), but it was a little too late so the car dealership was closed. So we just went and got some shakes from Sonic, and then went home. Erika and I were talking about how Lindsey lies. Like she told us she made out with Mitchem’s boyfriend (because Sara was talking about him cheating on her) but we found out that it was really this girl named Cinnamon was the one who he slept with. And she was telling us how much she drank and did drugs. And how many people she’s fucked.
Thursday I had off. But we still had to come… and run a shit load. Didn’t really do much else. Was kind of getting down last night, after thinking about the past, because I was wearing my track jersey… well, oh well. It happens. Today was also unproductive. Got on the internet, and played games. Tried to help Strago sort out his lady problems, but I’m not sure if I did. O.o Went home, studied for a few minutes for tomorrow’s ACT, and then watched the Last Samurai. I don’t care what bitches say about it being about a white guy samurai or whatever. I liked it.
Well, later.
And P.S. I HATE FEI DIE DIE DIE FEI.