Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
lørdag, september 28, 2002
goddammit. i'm so pissed at blogger. it hasn't been working for like, two weeks. the fizzle. I need that conversation between my and eddie to start making its pleasant little way towards the archives.
because i know you all care, plus you can't even read this since blogger is such a BITCH, i'll tell you all about St. Louis, which by the way, is why i could not spend friday or saturday night with any of you cool cats despite your whiny voices begging me to just stay in and grace you with my presence.
we lost some, and tied one. not the most successful weekend, but it was filled with the usual stop at Columbia mall (woo!) with the extra special trips to Hot Topic. bwahahahaha. there were lots of cookies. you know how it's cool to not be part of the group? (you know what I mean) well it made me feel awkward when there was team bonding and stuff. hahah by "team bonding" I just mean getting to know and laugh with people I don't usually think are interesting or funny. and what that means is that it's more proof that it's stupid to try and be cool by rejecting things that you like. just like "bad music" and corny jokes. ah well.
lots of junk food.
despite my zero work on the french project, Voice article, history test and math test, I did finish reading The Crucible. of course, that proved to be an act pretty motivated, since my other choice was watching the oh-so-classic film Selena.
anyway, the moral of the story is:
-field hockey isn't so bad, I might play soccer (straight to JV) in the spring
-it's good to be back
-st. louis eahhhhacccents are really ehhhhhbnahxious
-i'm sunburned and have a shin guard tan
-michael SUCKS because he didn't come to our games. (just kidding mike)
-corbett's and my article is going to rock
-junior year is not
-blogger needs to shape up
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