i hate waking up early...
i've been up since 7:00 and i'm not in the greatest mood. probably because Coach Grindstaff told me i "shouldn't go" to Chicago with mallory. she said if i had to go, then i'd have to run laps when i got back. i'm sure that'd be total murder or suicide (whichever way you look at it) since i'd be missing three practices. plus we have this whole workout schedual including lifting weights (bench press, squats, and all that junk) and running 2 miles. only 8 practices until the first game and she seems to think we need to be at all of them. i never miss practices! this is a once in a lifetime thing. i don't know what i expected her to say. grrrr. then my mom finalized it saying i couldn't go when i told her i'd run the laps. i've got to get a membership to the Y and i need my license real bad so i can drive there every morning to workout. God, i'm one expensive kid. next time some of you people see me, i'll look like the next WWF wrestler or something.