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This is me, trying to be active.
hahahahaha.
This it me. I may not be pretty, smart, friendly, exciting, or anything like that. No. My name is Raven, and I'm pretty damn fucking awesome.
So this is me, trying to post here more often. I stalk around reading fics everyday when I'm not homeworking, doing chores, or bowling my ass off just to make a state bid.
Did I mention that before?
I bowl. Hardcore. Like, every fucking day. Except now, my dad is letting me take Sunday's off. Like today. I have a healing tear on my thumb, from my ball, that IS getting better, but is a pain in the bitch. Oh, and on the inside part of my thumb, I have a burn. Not just a small one, but a HUGE fucking one that is like, well, nasty. When I show it to people, they ask, "What the hell is that from?" or "How'd you get that?" My answer?
My bowling ball.
Seriously, I'm abusing my body to get this state bid. As of now, I think I'm ninth in our division list with a 165 average, but I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm working my ass off, which is more than I can say for the rest of my team, but to be honest, I could give a flying-fuck what happens with them. Last year, I was all 'go team' and rooting everyone else on. Know where that got me? Mental breakdown at districts. Not just mental, more like all the stress and turmoil and bullshit I put up with for the past four months came rushing towards me, and I cried and cried and cried, then slept the ride home, and cried more. It's prolly a day I'll never forget.
But anyway, that was a year ago. Now I'm sitting here, and all I think about is bowling. I'm hardcore like that. But when I'm not bowling, I'm listening to music and writing.
I IZ WRITING STORY.
ya
Stay tuned for that. I'm posting it someone, and its Panic at the Disco, so I pretty much narrowed down the options for you to look for it if you actually wanna read it. I've been told it's decent by a few people that have read it so far, so I'm taking a chance and posting it. I haven't done this in years, so I'm scared.
Wish me luck. <3
hahahahaha.
This it me. I may not be pretty, smart, friendly, exciting, or anything like that. No. My name is Raven, and I'm pretty damn fucking awesome.
So this is me, trying to post here more often. I stalk around reading fics everyday when I'm not homeworking, doing chores, or bowling my ass off just to make a state bid.
Did I mention that before?
I bowl. Hardcore. Like, every fucking day. Except now, my dad is letting me take Sunday's off. Like today. I have a healing tear on my thumb, from my ball, that IS getting better, but is a pain in the bitch. Oh, and on the inside part of my thumb, I have a burn. Not just a small one, but a HUGE fucking one that is like, well, nasty. When I show it to people, they ask, "What the hell is that from?" or "How'd you get that?" My answer?
My bowling ball.
Seriously, I'm abusing my body to get this state bid. As of now, I think I'm ninth in our division list with a 165 average, but I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm working my ass off, which is more than I can say for the rest of my team, but to be honest, I could give a flying-fuck what happens with them. Last year, I was all 'go team' and rooting everyone else on. Know where that got me? Mental breakdown at districts. Not just mental, more like all the stress and turmoil and bullshit I put up with for the past four months came rushing towards me, and I cried and cried and cried, then slept the ride home, and cried more. It's prolly a day I'll never forget.
But anyway, that was a year ago. Now I'm sitting here, and all I think about is bowling. I'm hardcore like that. But when I'm not bowling, I'm listening to music and writing.
I IZ WRITING STORY.
ya
Stay tuned for that. I'm posting it someone, and its Panic at the Disco, so I pretty much narrowed down the options for you to look for it if you actually wanna read it. I've been told it's decent by a few people that have read it so far, so I'm taking a chance and posting it. I haven't done this in years, so I'm scared.
Wish me luck. <3