Don't just pack it, wear your life jacket
I decided to update, don't flip out. The competition was fun, and it was nice to see such guards as douglas' and flanagan's. I think douglas' guard could have gone out there by themselves and still beaten us, damn theyre good.
I think I had my first real leg cramp saturday night...you know, the ones good old Coach Mujahid told us about? I was just lying in bed trying to go to sleep and then BAM! the most intense, seering pain I could ever remember feeling, in my left calf. It felt like the muscle was being ripped from the bone, ouch, but I remembered Coach's sage advice and massaged the calf, and it eventually calmed down. That sucked, but i wouldn't mind it happening again, but only when I'm in bed. Thanks coach, go rams.
Ever time I go to the mall, I'm reminded why I don't like being there. I went the other night to return a shirt, my mom came but she was in yankee candle the whole time. But I saw these 4 girls, they were the definition of skank, and they were like 12. Hair plastered to their heads, gigantic earrings reminding them of their names, skin tight pants with gaping holes (as if leaving nothing to the imagination wasn't enough), and lollipops, of course. Do they think they're attractive? I'd much sooner tie them to a fire hydrant than ask them for their phone number. Some people.
And then as I was walking I overheard two other ghetto girls talking, here insues their brief conversation:
"Yo, u readin da Da Vinci Code, ryte????"
"Yaya."
"Dat's hot, it good?"
"Tsaight."
I thoroughly enjoyed that book, now I feel like a moron.
I've also recently had the urge to go to the beach. I wasn't allowed to have my scar in direct sunlight for a year afterwards, to let it heal, but the year's up now and itd be cool to go. I cant believe I went a year without going to the beach. I wonder if it's still there?
Oh, and as far as Vero goes, we'd jsut better not be beaten by Eau Gallie. I refuse to lose to a band named Eau Gallie. Get a real name, haha.
Oh, and LJ? Hungry and thirsty aren't really moods, but OK.
I think I had my first real leg cramp saturday night...you know, the ones good old Coach Mujahid told us about? I was just lying in bed trying to go to sleep and then BAM! the most intense, seering pain I could ever remember feeling, in my left calf. It felt like the muscle was being ripped from the bone, ouch, but I remembered Coach's sage advice and massaged the calf, and it eventually calmed down. That sucked, but i wouldn't mind it happening again, but only when I'm in bed. Thanks coach, go rams.
Ever time I go to the mall, I'm reminded why I don't like being there. I went the other night to return a shirt, my mom came but she was in yankee candle the whole time. But I saw these 4 girls, they were the definition of skank, and they were like 12. Hair plastered to their heads, gigantic earrings reminding them of their names, skin tight pants with gaping holes (as if leaving nothing to the imagination wasn't enough), and lollipops, of course. Do they think they're attractive? I'd much sooner tie them to a fire hydrant than ask them for their phone number. Some people.
And then as I was walking I overheard two other ghetto girls talking, here insues their brief conversation:
"Yo, u readin da Da Vinci Code, ryte????"
"Yaya."
"Dat's hot, it good?"
"Tsaight."
I thoroughly enjoyed that book, now I feel like a moron.
I've also recently had the urge to go to the beach. I wasn't allowed to have my scar in direct sunlight for a year afterwards, to let it heal, but the year's up now and itd be cool to go. I cant believe I went a year without going to the beach. I wonder if it's still there?
Oh, and as far as Vero goes, we'd jsut better not be beaten by Eau Gallie. I refuse to lose to a band named Eau Gallie. Get a real name, haha.
Oh, and LJ? Hungry and thirsty aren't really moods, but OK.