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i think the weird sleep i had made me grumpy or something, or that i'm tired as hell now. i come home after practice, and my step dad and brother...ahhhh, i just hate shit getting fucked up in my room. i got pissed a threw something. my brother saw me and heard me bitching, so he'll probably tell my mom or step dad.
i had a christmas bag, with the card still in it, and their best decision was to put trash in my room in this christmas bag, with the card in it. so i asked my brother, figured out what happend, threw it acrossed the room, took the card out and put the trash in a FUCKING TRASH CAN.
mcdonalds has a triple cheesburger again, and it's delicious.
i did ok at practice, had some pretty sweet shots, and got better on some stuff. i think i turned my ankle funny though, but it seems ok now.
night
i had a christmas bag, with the card still in it, and their best decision was to put trash in my room in this christmas bag, with the card in it. so i asked my brother, figured out what happend, threw it acrossed the room, took the card out and put the trash in a FUCKING TRASH CAN.
mcdonalds has a triple cheesburger again, and it's delicious.
i did ok at practice, had some pretty sweet shots, and got better on some stuff. i think i turned my ankle funny though, but it seems ok now.
night