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so this week wasnt particularly great. which sucks. yesterday at lunch, i was talking to coach hula about see you at the pole and spivey interrupted us to ask coach hula if i was an athlete. i know he wasnt talking to me, but i said yes but i'm hurt so i'm not playing right now. and he said, well you cant play or practice if you're out of dress code. you fat bald profanity profanity moron. i just told you i cant play. go back to school and get a profanity brain. i hate you and so does everyone else. last night i went to bed at 11 and couldnt go to sleep until 1. thats frustrating. i hate insomnia. so this morning when i woke up i had a real positive outlook on the day, but when i got to school i realized it was one of those days where most everything most everyone does annoys the crap out of you- and theres nothing you can do about it. and i think every idiot in marshall high school had to push my buttons today. after failing the first part of my english test, i was writing an essay making the most sense i had made in that class yet, when robin starret interrupted me with an announcement in her walkie talkie syndrome voice. (thats what i call it when you have a speech impediment that makes the walkie talkie sound whenever you end a word.) then a baby came in and cried. there it is- any sort of positive thoughts i had were out the window. that sucked. so then i went by the field house to get fitted for a knee brace cause i can start hitting tennis balls again. he wasnt there. ok after school i went to play pool with jaime, surely thats something good to happen. but someone else was playing. what a horrible day. i cant remember having a friday this bad in a long time. god, i cant wait til midnight.