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last night was really good.....and then really bad.
lax practice was hot and gross and all i did was ref and i don't like not being able to play.
rehearsal with donna went fine. i didn't suck even though i haven't played in a long time.
showered and went to eszter's open house. it was okay. sat around and ate with hannah and james and allison and steph and nick. and then bryce came and they all left. then stevie came and i left.
courtney's recital was really good. she was amazing. her dress was pretty too.
went carnivalling with Stephen and we rode a lot of spinny things and i didn't feel good so we went to target and sat in the lounge chairs. then target closed. went and got meet the fockers from blockbuster and went to his casa to watch it. his mommy told me i look thin. that made me smile. watched movie. it was good. sat around. it was good. :-) then i came home.
i got yelled at and pretty much ended up miserable all night long. called brooke like 4 times sobbing. didn't sleep.
stella came into my room this morning. i showered and "napped" and layed out in the sun.
i'm really pissed about not going to lax. i'm going to kill someone. i already punched the shit out of my door. it doesnt close anymore.
lax practice was hot and gross and all i did was ref and i don't like not being able to play.
rehearsal with donna went fine. i didn't suck even though i haven't played in a long time.
showered and went to eszter's open house. it was okay. sat around and ate with hannah and james and allison and steph and nick. and then bryce came and they all left. then stevie came and i left.
courtney's recital was really good. she was amazing. her dress was pretty too.
went carnivalling with Stephen and we rode a lot of spinny things and i didn't feel good so we went to target and sat in the lounge chairs. then target closed. went and got meet the fockers from blockbuster and went to his casa to watch it. his mommy told me i look thin. that made me smile. watched movie. it was good. sat around. it was good. :-) then i came home.
i got yelled at and pretty much ended up miserable all night long. called brooke like 4 times sobbing. didn't sleep.
stella came into my room this morning. i showered and "napped" and layed out in the sun.
i'm really pissed about not going to lax. i'm going to kill someone. i already punched the shit out of my door. it doesnt close anymore.