May 2011
April 2011
Fuckin' Math Team
I feel kind of like a douche by saying this, but I really do not want to go to State for Math Team. I know that most people don’t go to State all that often, but I’ve been there over 6 times on various occasions, and I don’t want to go a place where everyone that I compete against actually views Math Team as a serious business. At my school, the coach comes up to the team 2...
Whenever I rant.
It’s not really a rant. I don’t get actually angry, it’s just something that I notice that doesn’t exactly please me. Also, it seems that I always run my sentences together because I can’t get them out fast enough, which is slightly ironic considering the fact that I can type 90 words per minute. I just don’t see how people can fit a thought into so few words....
Eventful day
Testing at school, which was a breeze, but after a bunch of my friends and I went to Downtown Naperville to longboard. Girls and Boys in Naperville seem hollow. They have those loud attention calling conversations with giant increases in volume because someone else did something so insignificant that it was suddenly the funniest shit in the world. Also, they’re stuck up BITCHES. At least all...
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Fuck track.
Every single event I’m in I’m pretty much shit at. I’m not fast enough for the 100, I can’t jump far enough for long jump, and I can’t find confidence or form enough for 5 foot in high jump. Went to a 7 hour varsity meet today even though I SUCK at high jump so much. I came in dead last with 4’10”, which I just don’t get. I can jump over...
