Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
lørdag, februar 08, 2003
god. another saturday that has felt like three fucking days. ahhh but it is worth it to blare your music and speed down Ward Parkway at 6:30 am. another bus ride to the country where we pass fields of storage lockers and truck stops the size of the Vatican.
this time it was Districts, and hooray! hooray! ryan and munro anddd andrew young are going to sectionals. and for the record, the only reason andrew y is going is because he had a bye (no person in his bracket of five people) and his only other qualifying match, he won on a medical default.
god it lasted so long. listen to me whine. no, i'm justified because it was almost 12 hours with andrew y. gAWDDD. he's so fuuucking dumb.
it's so funny when he talks to coach, beccause coach just tries to be polite. is it weird to hear me say "coach" all the time? i don't know what else to call him. sheesh. i can't even remember somethign funny that happened because i'm so tired. poo.
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