i look like a piece of shit. yay
today sucked. i mean, i love how everyone is really sympathetic, but it still sucked. sarah durkin said she saw tim and he looked like a wreck. you deserve it ass hole! i'm not weepy anymore, just pissed. it's like...oh yeah, i spent four years of my fcking life spending 11 out of 12 months of the year doing volleyball. and for what you ask? to get cut for youngins that aren't as good. greeeat. die newman, die. today after school melanie goes to me and kara "shouldn't you guys be at volleyball?" fuck you. poodles.
but on a happier note...their is none! i have a headache and lots of homework, WAAAAAAAhoo. sorry if i'm whining so much about this, but its like someone has stolen the one thing i was good at away from me. i'm hobbyless. i feel like my identity was partially stolen. and i know that it wont matter in the big picture, but its high school, and it does matter right now. what am i going to DO with my fat ass?
i really am probably going to do the golf thing. what do i have to lose? i hear rossi's an ass, but it's not like i'm expecting to play.
but on a happier note...their is none! i have a headache and lots of homework, WAAAAAAAhoo. sorry if i'm whining so much about this, but its like someone has stolen the one thing i was good at away from me. i'm hobbyless. i feel like my identity was partially stolen. and i know that it wont matter in the big picture, but its high school, and it does matter right now. what am i going to DO with my fat ass?
i really am probably going to do the golf thing. what do i have to lose? i hear rossi's an ass, but it's not like i'm expecting to play.