THIS ISNT THE FIRST TIME
hi friend,
i am returning to school after what i am sure will be a hectic week of water polo preseason.
there is a war raging for the title of water polo captain. my close friend melissa and i are the perfect candidates: we love the sport, we are good at the sport, and we are cute. however, a certain leggy blonde is trying to circumvent our ride to co-captain stardom. somehow we will construct a scheme to overthrow her or atleast ruin her nice blonde hair.
this past week i was in amelia island, florida. it was very pretty and there were a lot of old people there. amelia island is a small island off of jacksonville, aka it is somewhat southern. one time we were playing categories in the pool and a girl suggested that the category be "trucks." that was probably as southern as it got, i guess. however, those tricky southerners did manage to trick me with a little bit of their southern tomfoolery. at the airport they were selling all of these cute miniature palm trees and duh, i bought one. upon my arrival back to the jersey shore i learned my palm tree was, infact, a mustard plant. this is not the last you have heard of me, florida! i am coming back and i want a refund for my palm tree, you bastards!
i farted and burped and peed all at the same time last night. it felt like a cool breeze was rushing over me and i almost blacked out. they should make like warning lables for life that are all "do not burp, pee, or fart in the same instance." whatever man, looks like life and florida will be hearing from my lawyers.
p.s: did i mention i am returning to school? did i also mention i absolutely hate boys, particularly ones hailing from the jersey shore? lastly, did i mention that it is t-minus two weeks until i am reunited with my senior love? whoa, dude.
remember the show popular? it was good.
i am returning to school after what i am sure will be a hectic week of water polo preseason.
there is a war raging for the title of water polo captain. my close friend melissa and i are the perfect candidates: we love the sport, we are good at the sport, and we are cute. however, a certain leggy blonde is trying to circumvent our ride to co-captain stardom. somehow we will construct a scheme to overthrow her or atleast ruin her nice blonde hair.
this past week i was in amelia island, florida. it was very pretty and there were a lot of old people there. amelia island is a small island off of jacksonville, aka it is somewhat southern. one time we were playing categories in the pool and a girl suggested that the category be "trucks." that was probably as southern as it got, i guess. however, those tricky southerners did manage to trick me with a little bit of their southern tomfoolery. at the airport they were selling all of these cute miniature palm trees and duh, i bought one. upon my arrival back to the jersey shore i learned my palm tree was, infact, a mustard plant. this is not the last you have heard of me, florida! i am coming back and i want a refund for my palm tree, you bastards!
i farted and burped and peed all at the same time last night. it felt like a cool breeze was rushing over me and i almost blacked out. they should make like warning lables for life that are all "do not burp, pee, or fart in the same instance." whatever man, looks like life and florida will be hearing from my lawyers.
p.s: did i mention i am returning to school? did i also mention i absolutely hate boys, particularly ones hailing from the jersey shore? lastly, did i mention that it is t-minus two weeks until i am reunited with my senior love? whoa, dude.
remember the show popular? it was good.