My teacher is a fucking shit head. ASDF ASDF ASDF ASDF ASDF ASDF. That, and Saratoga high is.... shitty.... yeah.

Blah. We lost, 25-30. Some bitch from Saratoga high fouled me 3 times, while I fouled HER five times. That little whore. All of their players were fucking agressive as fuck! A couple of tall bitches kept fucking elbowing me like there was tommorow.. and everytime, I would elbow them back--HARDER. Bitches. My team played semi-good defense, but we kept missing shots. A LOT of shots. Actually, if we [errr.. sometimes I] didn't make so many shitty shots and took our time to FULLY get open, then we would have won. But yeah, the opposing team were... tall, Asian, and aggressive. My team? Well, the majority were short, White, and ANNOYINGLY FRIENDLY. Damnit. They were being too fucking polite.. blah. They were letting the other team have the ball, blah blah. Not being aggressive enough. Actually, other left wing player, Kiana, and I were the only ones being aggressive, along with Bianca. Shoot.

Oh well. Our coach is a shithead anyway. Whatever.. I won't start with him. Gar!

Things I need to do

-Pack for Las Vegas
-Work on my painting for art
-Finishing stuff on Jacob's collage
-Algebra a la deux homework
-Pack some more.
-Eat chicken

Blah! I haven't eaten all day. I wanted to stop by ANYWHERE to eat before the carpool that I was in gave me a ride home. I didn't want to impose, so I didn't really ask the driver-person. Today was my short day [block scheduling... blah blah I won't get into that right now] and I officially got out at 12:45. First, I hung out with Stephanie, Lorraine, Jimmy, Kyle and the regulars at our "spot".. then, I had to go into my Algebra class because there's a test tommorow... and I'm obviously not going to be here! After the test, I go into the lunch line and get myself a bagel. The bell rings for the next class [I didn't have a next one... blah blah] and I go downstairs because I had to pick up my paint supplies and paint project from the Art room, so I could finish it tonight and turn it in Monday morning. On my way downstairs, I see Christina heading the same direction. I barely even started eating my bagel, until she just dug in her hands into it and grabbed herself a piece. I was like... "What the fuck, Christina. haha. -_-;;;;". I reach for a peice, out it in my mouth and was like, "BLEGHHHH!! What the hell.... where did that foul taste come from?"

*looks at christina*

Me: "Dude, are you wearing lotion?"
Christina: "No."
Me: *smells her hands* "Stupid! Yes you are!" *spits out bagel* "Ewwwww...."

Ugh. I DID NOT want to eat that bagel, after her icky lotion-full hands touched it. It tasted mother fucking gross! Bah. And I was still hungry, too. But I had to choose from eating that disgusting bagel, throwing it away, or giving it to Christina. Okay, first of all: If i ate that bagel, I probably would have thrown up in disgust. I didn't want to waste it, so I just gave it to her. What a whore.

Okay... I say bye to Christina as she departs for PE [She's 17.. she's a sophmore, and SHE IS STILL IN FRESHMAN P.E. -_-;;] And I head for the Art class. I get my shit, leave, go home. I then take a shower, get my shit ready for our game, blah blah... walked BACK to school. Got dressed into my jersey in the girl's locker room, left for Saratoga. Got hit a billion times by a bunch of stupid Asian girls, HIT a bunch of stupid Asian girls, almost got a technical or two, lost the game.

Wheeee. I'm out.