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Classes start on Monday. Keep gotta telling myself that so I don't screw it up. Already woke up early this morning and made it halfway downtown before I realized that it wasn't Monday. Long week so far, I guess.
Dad wants me to stop by the clinic sometime this weekend and check myself in for a "SENIOR YEAR PEP TALK!!!!!!!!" Yeah. Just like that. You could hear all the goddamn exclamation points over the phone. Might as well have been written comic-book style with a cartoon bubble coming out of the receiver. Probably has to do with his favorite topics: "becoming a man" or "real life is soon upon us!" or maybe even "shit happens, Ichigo, but you don't have to start it!" Then again, I could be wrong. This could easily be the "Why haven't you called, you bastard son!??" talk too. I have called, just not to talk to him. Stupid old man.
Temari-I guess for right now my schedule's gonna have to be confined to late afternoons and evenings. I tried to take mostly morning classes (fucking lame) so that I could still practice with the team in the early afternoon, but I still have one TBA that's required for my major. When I get the finalized meet schedule at the end of pre-season practice on Friday, I can get you weekend dates too.
Yeah. Pre-season. I don't like some of the new recruits they have practicing with us-really full of themselves without the stuff to back it all up. Maybe that distance guy, but the new high hurdler can't keep up with me yet. I'll let him talk shit as much as he wants when he beats my times. 'Course, I ain't gonna let that happen either. So basically, this week's practices have been a lot less laidback than normal-no one wants to lose face to the freshmen (I hate all this recruiting business; yeah, I got scouted, but I also tried out--none of this instant in nonsense). And votes for Captains (throwing, sprinting, distance) are this Friday. That's about it. 'Least school will be good for getting my mind off the daily grind.
[Private]
Sorry if I've sorta lost focus, mom. But that fucking bitch...
Dad wants me to stop by the clinic sometime this weekend and check myself in for a "SENIOR YEAR PEP TALK!!!!!!!!" Yeah. Just like that. You could hear all the goddamn exclamation points over the phone. Might as well have been written comic-book style with a cartoon bubble coming out of the receiver. Probably has to do with his favorite topics: "becoming a man" or "real life is soon upon us!" or maybe even "shit happens, Ichigo, but you don't have to start it!" Then again, I could be wrong. This could easily be the "Why haven't you called, you bastard son!??" talk too. I have called, just not to talk to him. Stupid old man.
Temari-I guess for right now my schedule's gonna have to be confined to late afternoons and evenings. I tried to take mostly morning classes (fucking lame) so that I could still practice with the team in the early afternoon, but I still have one TBA that's required for my major. When I get the finalized meet schedule at the end of pre-season practice on Friday, I can get you weekend dates too.
Yeah. Pre-season. I don't like some of the new recruits they have practicing with us-really full of themselves without the stuff to back it all up. Maybe that distance guy, but the new high hurdler can't keep up with me yet. I'll let him talk shit as much as he wants when he beats my times. 'Course, I ain't gonna let that happen either. So basically, this week's practices have been a lot less laidback than normal-no one wants to lose face to the freshmen (I hate all this recruiting business; yeah, I got scouted, but I also tried out--none of this instant in nonsense). And votes for Captains (throwing, sprinting, distance) are this Friday. That's about it. 'Least school will be good for getting my mind off the daily grind.
[Private]
Sorry if I've sorta lost focus, mom. But that fucking bitch...