In the end, birds and humans killed the dreaded pillars... and so forth
Crazy pillars!
There are millions upon billions of them near the tennis courts. I mean, in 10 seconds flat, you'll have like 5 of them crawling all over you. They fall from the trees, they climb from the ground. They're everywhere! The courts are covered with the squished carcasses of pillars and their green guts. My tennis uniform is spotted with those staining guts. It's disgusting. They squish too easily. Every time we finish our matches and have to leave, I spend like 10 minutes trying to get all of the pillars off my tennis bag. Their webs are everywhere: you can't go more than 5 feet without hitting one.
Today, though, a hopeful sign burst forth from the trees. The pillars are dying. I noticed a nest of birds feasting on those dratted creatures and the courts have so many pillar carcasses that its hard to find a clean spot. I've killed tons of them (accidentally of course) and our usual pillar-killing fests that we tennis people have caused their numbers to dwindle a tad. Yes, pillar-killing fests, otherwise known as us whacking around like crazy with sticks and tennis racquets. Fun, fun, fun.
Today I went to the school at around 9:30 to play against Fairhaven in tennis. I did really well, though I lost. The first set I lost 5-7 (thats how close it was!) and the 2nd I was so discouraged that I lost 1-6. Apparently, the girl I played was a junior and I was the first person that she has played who actually could challenge her. She was an all-star (meaning that she had won almost every game she had played) and I actually did pretty good against her considering. But I was so angry during the match that I screamed a lot. Wow, I must have really freaked out the other team, lol. I screamed when I hit the ball out, I screamed when I tried to hit back a ball that was hard to get, I screamed "FUDGE STICKS!" at the end when I lost. I was kind of happy that I didn't swear as much during this match. I have never really sworn in my life before until I started to play 2nd singles. Then I got so mad at myself that every foul word that I have ever heard came flowing out of my mouth. It was crazy. Afterwards, I felt so guilty that I had broken one of the ten commandments. What has become of me? I used to be very faithful, but now I am just a lost lamb...
Oh, I forgot to tell you guys this. I saw "The Producers" yesterday and it was hilarious. It was as great as Pat said it was. Shannon, you're still coming over my house anyways to watch it because I would like to see it again! I want to be a producer... (< i've had that song stuck in my head all day!)
I got my hair cut today at Mr. Snips. Wow, its a lot shorter than before. Or atleast I think its a lot shorter. I keep running my fingers through it to marvel how shorter it is. My sister has really long hair and she looked at mine and was like, "Pffft, you're hair's silly". I was like, "thanks Merry, always glad to recieve compliments from my lil sis". Poor Gunnar came along to get his hair cut too because my mom hates how it covers his eyebrows. His hair is the long kind that's in style now and he hates it short. The lady promised him that she would just trim it. Boy, was she wrong. She messed up his whole hairstyle and when she was done, he looked like he was about to cry. Plus, he was going to a party afterwards with a bunch of his friends and some girls. He was not pleased. So, when we got home, he put on a hat and then his hood to cover his hair. Poor Gunnar.
Well, I could go on and on and on, but you guys are probably bored of my life and what I say. Last night I thought about my past and how crazy I was then. Did you know that last year I thought that I was insane? Maybe I was... not a lot of kids build worlds in their minds and converse with the characters. When I was in middle school I used to get so angry that I wrote like 5 billion notes that told my parents that I was running away and I packed my bags and actually made it past my street a couple of times before my parents caught up with me. Then, last night, I thought about how much of a perfectionist I am and I figured out why I can be so competitive and why I am what I am. I thought about how I have so many things to say and that I know so many things but I never say them. I realized that I feel like I can't talk to anyone. There are so many things I would like to say but I don't say them and because of this my mind becomes overloaded with feelings and I get depressed. That's why I get depressed. When there is too much to think about and I am feeling too many emotions but I never tell anyone about them, I get depressed. I keep everything inside of me and because of this, I cave in easily. It's horrible. I'm a depressed perfectionist whose perfectionism affects everything from grades to clothes size to boys. So, last night I kept telling myself that I was crazy and that I needed a therapist to talk to. I conducted a whole conversation in my mind about how I would tell my mom this. Then I realized that therapists are too expensive and that my family can't afford it because my mom doesn't have a job right now. Plus, aren't writers supposed to be crazy? Yeah, I know, I'm probably going to chop off my ear and commit suicide later in my life like Van Gogh. Oh well. Such is life. Yeah, wow, I went on a whole spiel, didn't I? And I probably bored you guys even more. Sorry. I'll stop now.
Crazy Writer
Phoenix
PS
Crazy
Athletic
Totem poles
Eat
Raw
Pillars
In
Loony
Lunchrooms
At
Red
Sunsets
yay for anagrams!
PPS im going to change the title to my lj. it used to mean something to me, but now i have carved the angel out and am pretty unhappy with my creation. why did i want to have him in the first place?
There are millions upon billions of them near the tennis courts. I mean, in 10 seconds flat, you'll have like 5 of them crawling all over you. They fall from the trees, they climb from the ground. They're everywhere! The courts are covered with the squished carcasses of pillars and their green guts. My tennis uniform is spotted with those staining guts. It's disgusting. They squish too easily. Every time we finish our matches and have to leave, I spend like 10 minutes trying to get all of the pillars off my tennis bag. Their webs are everywhere: you can't go more than 5 feet without hitting one.
Today, though, a hopeful sign burst forth from the trees. The pillars are dying. I noticed a nest of birds feasting on those dratted creatures and the courts have so many pillar carcasses that its hard to find a clean spot. I've killed tons of them (accidentally of course) and our usual pillar-killing fests that we tennis people have caused their numbers to dwindle a tad. Yes, pillar-killing fests, otherwise known as us whacking around like crazy with sticks and tennis racquets. Fun, fun, fun.
Today I went to the school at around 9:30 to play against Fairhaven in tennis. I did really well, though I lost. The first set I lost 5-7 (thats how close it was!) and the 2nd I was so discouraged that I lost 1-6. Apparently, the girl I played was a junior and I was the first person that she has played who actually could challenge her. She was an all-star (meaning that she had won almost every game she had played) and I actually did pretty good against her considering. But I was so angry during the match that I screamed a lot. Wow, I must have really freaked out the other team, lol. I screamed when I hit the ball out, I screamed when I tried to hit back a ball that was hard to get, I screamed "FUDGE STICKS!" at the end when I lost. I was kind of happy that I didn't swear as much during this match. I have never really sworn in my life before until I started to play 2nd singles. Then I got so mad at myself that every foul word that I have ever heard came flowing out of my mouth. It was crazy. Afterwards, I felt so guilty that I had broken one of the ten commandments. What has become of me? I used to be very faithful, but now I am just a lost lamb...
Oh, I forgot to tell you guys this. I saw "The Producers" yesterday and it was hilarious. It was as great as Pat said it was. Shannon, you're still coming over my house anyways to watch it because I would like to see it again! I want to be a producer... (< i've had that song stuck in my head all day!)
I got my hair cut today at Mr. Snips. Wow, its a lot shorter than before. Or atleast I think its a lot shorter. I keep running my fingers through it to marvel how shorter it is. My sister has really long hair and she looked at mine and was like, "Pffft, you're hair's silly". I was like, "thanks Merry, always glad to recieve compliments from my lil sis". Poor Gunnar came along to get his hair cut too because my mom hates how it covers his eyebrows. His hair is the long kind that's in style now and he hates it short. The lady promised him that she would just trim it. Boy, was she wrong. She messed up his whole hairstyle and when she was done, he looked like he was about to cry. Plus, he was going to a party afterwards with a bunch of his friends and some girls. He was not pleased. So, when we got home, he put on a hat and then his hood to cover his hair. Poor Gunnar.
Well, I could go on and on and on, but you guys are probably bored of my life and what I say. Last night I thought about my past and how crazy I was then. Did you know that last year I thought that I was insane? Maybe I was... not a lot of kids build worlds in their minds and converse with the characters. When I was in middle school I used to get so angry that I wrote like 5 billion notes that told my parents that I was running away and I packed my bags and actually made it past my street a couple of times before my parents caught up with me. Then, last night, I thought about how much of a perfectionist I am and I figured out why I can be so competitive and why I am what I am. I thought about how I have so many things to say and that I know so many things but I never say them. I realized that I feel like I can't talk to anyone. There are so many things I would like to say but I don't say them and because of this my mind becomes overloaded with feelings and I get depressed. That's why I get depressed. When there is too much to think about and I am feeling too many emotions but I never tell anyone about them, I get depressed. I keep everything inside of me and because of this, I cave in easily. It's horrible. I'm a depressed perfectionist whose perfectionism affects everything from grades to clothes size to boys. So, last night I kept telling myself that I was crazy and that I needed a therapist to talk to. I conducted a whole conversation in my mind about how I would tell my mom this. Then I realized that therapists are too expensive and that my family can't afford it because my mom doesn't have a job right now. Plus, aren't writers supposed to be crazy? Yeah, I know, I'm probably going to chop off my ear and commit suicide later in my life like Van Gogh. Oh well. Such is life. Yeah, wow, I went on a whole spiel, didn't I? And I probably bored you guys even more. Sorry. I'll stop now.
Crazy Writer
Phoenix
PS
Crazy
Athletic
Totem poles
Eat
Raw
Pillars
In
Loony
Lunchrooms
At
Red
Sunsets
yay for anagrams!
PPS im going to change the title to my lj. it used to mean something to me, but now i have carved the angel out and am pretty unhappy with my creation. why did i want to have him in the first place?