Golf~ Practice~...
Why is it that when your parents force you to play sports, no one tells you how much it's gonna suck?!
Yup. That's right.
TWO AND A HALF HOURS.
I have blisters on my hands. (Yes, I wore my glove. xD) My shoulders are kind of sore. And my STERNUM is BRUISED from my physical. The stupid chirapractor did this random stretch involved him karate chopping me as hard as he could on my chest, right across a bone called the sternum. Later that night, when I got in the shower, I noticed a small - but definately there - purple mark in the shape of said chirapractor's hand. And now it hurts. >.<
On the plus side, I play JV on a sports team, which never happens. And I guess I should be happy... we'll be playing some of the nicest courses in the county... and, I like golf, anyways. I didn't go in intending to play competetively, but hey, my parents are happy. And that's all that matters.
And now Sam's trying to take anyway my free day. My Saturday. I want to spend time with him- I mean, he is my boyfriend- but, Saturdays are the days where you stay up till three a.m. the night before, sleep till noon that morning, and just kind of lay around in your p.j.'s all day, writing, playing video games, watching moviecals (movie musicals) all day, or whatever. But, who knows. More than likely, I'll be up early on Saturday morning sitting in IHOP with my boyfriend. Since he's going to church for me, when he hates churches. ^.^
-sigh- The icon, though I don't really enjoy cursing, is simply because I'm like, "-kicks Geometry book- Dude, forget this!" Or, "-kicks golf bag- AARGH! SCREW IT!" xD;;
(In case no one's noticed, my icons tend to match my mood when I post. But I highly doubt anyone reads my LJ anyways. xD)
Taiyou-chan... I'm way~ too tired to miss you right now. But if it makes you feel any better, I followed your flight schedule, like, religiously all freaking day. Kind of like I know that right now you're almost in Japan. And when I got up this morning, your flight from here to Chicago/O'Hare was about to take off. ^.^
Yup. That's right.
TWO AND A HALF HOURS.
I have blisters on my hands. (Yes, I wore my glove. xD) My shoulders are kind of sore. And my STERNUM is BRUISED from my physical. The stupid chirapractor did this random stretch involved him karate chopping me as hard as he could on my chest, right across a bone called the sternum. Later that night, when I got in the shower, I noticed a small - but definately there - purple mark in the shape of said chirapractor's hand. And now it hurts. >.<
On the plus side, I play JV on a sports team, which never happens. And I guess I should be happy... we'll be playing some of the nicest courses in the county... and, I like golf, anyways. I didn't go in intending to play competetively, but hey, my parents are happy. And that's all that matters.
And now Sam's trying to take anyway my free day. My Saturday. I want to spend time with him- I mean, he is my boyfriend- but, Saturdays are the days where you stay up till three a.m. the night before, sleep till noon that morning, and just kind of lay around in your p.j.'s all day, writing, playing video games, watching moviecals (movie musicals) all day, or whatever. But, who knows. More than likely, I'll be up early on Saturday morning sitting in IHOP with my boyfriend. Since he's going to church for me, when he hates churches. ^.^
-sigh- The icon, though I don't really enjoy cursing, is simply because I'm like, "-kicks Geometry book- Dude, forget this!" Or, "-kicks golf bag- AARGH! SCREW IT!" xD;;
(In case no one's noticed, my icons tend to match my mood when I post. But I highly doubt anyone reads my LJ anyways. xD)
Taiyou-chan... I'm way~ too tired to miss you right now. But if it makes you feel any better, I followed your flight schedule, like, religiously all freaking day. Kind of like I know that right now you're almost in Japan. And when I got up this morning, your flight from here to Chicago/O'Hare was about to take off. ^.^