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Hahah. Title rather misleading. :> Reason for title shall be revealed within the content of this entry. :>
OMGFORLY. Today was the AWESOMENESS. KAY? Causecausecausecause We played volleyball today! It was the eighth graders against the teeeaaaachhheeeers Who are, by the way, like, flippin` PROS at volleyball! ANYWAY The eighth grade students were able to choose whether they were going to play or not And Fuyu, Kyu, and me chose to play along with some other awesome people~ The eighth grade rather really suck at playing volleyball because most of them are flippin` BALLHOGS and when some one missed an 'easy hit' they yell at us viciously. ;_; ANYWAAAAYYY We practiced and practiced and practiced but we still pretty much SUCKED. We thought we were going to lose `cause these were the same teachers that annihilated the eighth graders of the years before us.
The other half of the class that sat on their fat asses chose not to play were against us. And so were the following asses; Kindergarten, First Grade, Second Grade, Third Grade, Sixth Grade, and half of the Seventh Grade. And of course, the teachers. BUT THE TEACHERS PLAYED SO IT WAS ALL COOL.
For the first half of them, EVERYONE WAS AGAINST US. Including us. :D We were all, like, serious and taking it seriously BUT THEN they took out the volleyball and it was the one we liked! `Cause it was soft and awesome and it didn't hurt AS MUCH as the other ones did when we hit them. THE GAAAMMEEE WAS OOOOONNN.
ONG, I SCOREDED THE FIRST POINT. I was the first serving person and I DIIIID EEEETTT. I'm am SOOOOO AWESOME. Anyway, the sixth graders were booing at us right behind us. Lakin told me that Eighth Grade sucked so I told her that her face sucked. LOL. The game lasted for an hour. The thing that surprised me the most was thaaaat... KYU SCORED A GOOD TO HONEST POINT!! It WAS SO AWESOME `CAUSE THE WHOLE EIGHTH GRADE STOOD UP AND CHEERED/SCREAMED FOR HER. WAY TO GO TO RAISE SELF-ESTEEM! YEAH!! WE ALL WERE SO DAMN SURPRISED!! FOSRSLY!
In the end, Eighth grade WOOOOON!! Ten to Six. :DDDDDDDD HAH! The rest of the damn school was all, like, disappointed `cause they cheered for the teachers and the teachers lost. TAKE THAT, LITTLE KIDS! We won a week free of homework, some popcorn puffs, and the OMGFREAKINGOODFEELING OF WINNING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FIVE YEARS!!
The peoples who didn't play were rubbing it in the faces of the lowerclassmen and women. AND THAT AIN'T COOL. D:< They rooted against us and they take half of the glory. Psssh. Talk about a poor self-esteem issue. :/ OHWELLS. At least I know that I have the power to hurt some one with a volleyball. ON PURPOSE. >:D What a great way to almost wrap up my last year of middle school.
Yes. About the title. After playing volleyball, I get red spots all over my hands, wrists, and forearms. They are always numb but they BURN. After a couple of days, they start to sting. When I play with the red spots, they GET WORSE and I can't feel anything. They look like spots of blood that broke INSIDE MY ARM. They look SERIOUSLY ugly. Like the flavor things inside of gum. Eww. D: I wonders if they taste good?
Right now, they are still numb. I can barely feel pain in them. :D
OHOH. I PASSED MY MATH TEST. I was one of the only three who PASSED. I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M SURPRISED `Cause I'm not LIKE the awesomeness. I AM THE AWESOMENESS. >:D
Kay`cool. I'm tired now. I had a great daayy and that poops me out. |3 Good night, people who actually take the time to read this far in journal. :>
EDIT: Hocrap. People change a lot in the span of two to three years. o_o Uhm. Does finding tidbits of information about a person I know scattered thoughout my real life and the internet make me a stalker? OMG. YES IT DOES CAUSE I FOUND MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THEM. D: They technically lied to me about their age, and I learned something I can laugh out loud about. HAHAH. OMG. It's not MY fault; in fact, it never is. I'm not the one who posts information about myself around all the 'popular' sites And I'm not the one who reveals themselves IRL. `Cause I'm shy. LOL. Hahah. Info from 2005 as well.
But does that make me obsessed? It makes me squirm when I think about it `Cause they run in and out of my head, like, everyday And I miss them. KLOVEUBAI.
V Ko · Sat Feb 02, 2008 @ 02:08am · 0 Comments |
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