I'm watching the Kim Clijsters/ Venus Williams final special exhibition match thingy now with Stacey :]. My funlove, Jason, is there...in the sixth row...Jealous? Yes, I am. I'm so hyper I don't even know what to type...I could really go for a red bull right now...
So yeah. Today I had my first practice of the spring season with the school's tennis team. It wasn't really productive because all we did was hit against wooden partitions in one part of our school's gym. I didn't have my medical filled out so our coach told me not to practice too hard because she's responsible for my limbs and well-being and what not. We have a cool new female assistant coach with a mullet and a great attitude that I'm enjoying. Nevertheless, I had some killer fun. It was just a nice feeling, a sense of belonging, playing with the team again. Even though my hands were covered in hives and my ankles were doing that pain thing again, I stuck it out and jumped around as high as can be. You make the best of the good times, they're rare. The only low point was when our harpy shrew of a principal came in with her secretary and kicked us out. She has some kind of personal vendetta against all sports teams. She's probably just a product of severe dodgeball abuse or had a bad experience in "the showers" (which makes me think of Stephen King's "Carrie"). Whatever the reason, she's annoying me and I plan on bringing up the issue at our next consultative council meeting. Crude evil dictator will get what's coming to her, shazaampowhiyah!
Hmm what else...I'm also considerably upbeat because a special friend of mine, who I know reads this blog ;], finally called me back and accepted my apology! There's nothing like a good friend and reconciliation at 9:00 PM.
Despite all the gayness, the hives are trying to stomp it out by appearing and making my pyjama pants feel uncomfortable. It's okay, boxers and socks are good enough for me. I took a few pics because people are still a little confused. Don't be too grossed out. I'm okay in the morning!
Eek! I know, I know...Shield your eyes for a few seconds. Look away. Yes, that was a blackberry. Now look back. Nope, not for that long, look away again. Okay, look back at 'em. That's not even half of it. I feel like I should be gigantic and just go and terrorize the many inhabitants of Japan (Godzilla), but I don't think they would enjoy that...
Miscellaneous Stuff Time:
We had our 2nd snow day of the year here in NY on Friday, February 27, 2010.
Open Mic is this Thursday (3/4/2010) and I was thinking about reciting this POEM:
You said that I was Queen of the kingdom in your heart.
A title, you said, given to me by divine right.
When you said these words I let myself believe.
And so my mind transported me into your heart with ease.
I was a passive ruler who ruled happily.
Everything seemed to be too perfect to be true.
It brought me great joy to know that I was your main squeeze.
So when your ex-lover showed up it didn’t even phase me.
I was confident in who I was and what we had become.
The words you once spoke gave me impenetrable strength.
I was steadfast in my position as I glared into her eyes.
She looked back coldly, as if she envisioned my demise.
I was taken aback. She seemed so sure!
Did she know something I didn’t know? Did she know more?
My body began to tremble as my breathing became uneven.
All the while staring into the eyes of that cretin.
She stood there, unmoving, with the same confidence I once had.
A smile so wicked, stretching across her revolting face.
The tremors ceased and I was ripped from the throne.
I clenched my eyes shut as I let out a thunderous moan.
I flew through the air until my back hit a wall.
Pain shooting through me as I opened my eyes.
My eyes scanned the kingdom and I let out a tear.
That witch was sitting on my throne with her perfect derriere.
The wall opened up and I fell through easily.
Everything was dark as I felt around aimlessly.
I soon gave up and let the darkness swallow me whole.
What’s the point in trying if you’ve already taken my soul?
It isn't gangster or anything, but I didn't write for awhile when I wrote it and everything else I have is just too dark. Then...I think not.
Clijsters is definitely going to beat V. Williams!!! <3333
Miscellaneous Stuff Time:
We had our 2nd snow day of the year here in NY on Friday, February 27, 2010.
Open Mic is this Thursday (3/4/2010) and I was thinking about reciting this POEM:
You said that I was Queen of the kingdom in your heart.
A title, you said, given to me by divine right.
When you said these words I let myself believe.
And so my mind transported me into your heart with ease.
I was a passive ruler who ruled happily.
Everything seemed to be too perfect to be true.
It brought me great joy to know that I was your main squeeze.
So when your ex-lover showed up it didn’t even phase me.
I was confident in who I was and what we had become.
The words you once spoke gave me impenetrable strength.
I was steadfast in my position as I glared into her eyes.
She looked back coldly, as if she envisioned my demise.
I was taken aback. She seemed so sure!
Did she know something I didn’t know? Did she know more?
My body began to tremble as my breathing became uneven.
All the while staring into the eyes of that cretin.
She stood there, unmoving, with the same confidence I once had.
A smile so wicked, stretching across her revolting face.
The tremors ceased and I was ripped from the throne.
I clenched my eyes shut as I let out a thunderous moan.
I flew through the air until my back hit a wall.
Pain shooting through me as I opened my eyes.
My eyes scanned the kingdom and I let out a tear.
That witch was sitting on my throne with her perfect derriere.
The wall opened up and I fell through easily.
Everything was dark as I felt around aimlessly.
I soon gave up and let the darkness swallow me whole.
What’s the point in trying if you’ve already taken my soul?
It isn't gangster or anything, but I didn't write for awhile when I wrote it and everything else I have is just too dark. Then...I think not.
Clijsters is definitely going to beat V. Williams!!! <3333
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