I fucking love lemons.
They never let me down.
School
All this week has been soccer tryouts, sore legs, cramping, puking sensations and copper tastes in the back of my throat. I made 1st cuts, and then WHOOPAW! I made JV, or Junior Varsity. Emphasis on the Junior. It's basically the suckier soccer team. But hey, I'm not complaining, I made it to at least one soccer team, and I've never played before. Take that suckah. When my friend Mr. Pancho, who by the way is celebrating his 18th on 11/29/08, right after my mama's, found out I made it, he said "Hey, all that soreness didn't happen for nothing yeah?" and I'm like "Yeah, it happened for even more soreness". Lololol. I don't even want to play soccer. I mean, I did inter murals because my friend wanted to do it, and now she quit so like, wtf do I do now? Unfortunately I already promised a friend on the guys Varsity team that I wouldn't quit. And I am not a quitter, no, I cry through it, I listen to Cat Power through it, and I don't do jackshit about it. That's me. So after church today, we went over to my favourite big shot national store in this country, Target and got me the only pair of cleats they had, because we had to have our soccer stuff by practice tomorrow afternoon. Oh and lololol, they have to take random drug tests on us. That really amused me.
I forgot that I had a typed up essay due tomorrow for Eng II. So, I typed up my rough draft and sent it to Mr. Symmonds. Because the printer has no ink in it, and I don't even know where it is.
Skippy
No awkwardness. She's over him. Never really was into it.
Family
It's my Aunties birthday on the 25th and my Mama's on the 28th. I got my Mama a present. It's under my bed right now.
Eurgh, Jorge has zits on his forehead, and he's only 10!
I mean, that boy is the most immature little brother. He can't be growing up. Zac, on the other hand, he is growing up FAST. There are these little thing's that I think is not normal that he does. He drinks so much friggin' Caprisun! Like, I get a Caprisun for myself, and he runs up to me and grabs it. DUDE, that's my Caprisun, DO NOT run away with it. But of course, he does. Another thing, that's weird that he does, I have Troublemaker by Weezer on one of my random CDs in the car, and he refuses to listen to anything else. Once the next track starts he starts whining. And when the song starts he bobs his head. Ima buy that kid a guitar when he turns 4. Yessiree.
Random bits
On Thursday I think it was, I had the most bizarre melancholic state in my whole life. Well, apart from this other time when I think I was having a high downer and a little 2 foot skinny green goblin thing with stringy hair kept clinging to my legs while I was in the shower. And it just kept on looking up at me with the most vacant eyes. I kept trying to shove it away but it just kept on clinging. Anyway, this is going to be about my most recent bizarre night. It started with me coming home from soccer tryouts, and I remember feeling something not pleasant at all. I was alone in this world, no one really knows me, whatthefuckamIevendoinghere?, I should be somewhere else, somethings going to happen, I don't like this, I don't want to be here.
I think my mind got stuck on the last thought.
Because before I knew it, I was chanting it in the shower.
I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I dont want to be here, I DONT WANT TO BE HERE
Over and over and over and over again. I caught myself sitting in the shower chanting it, lying in the bath-tub crying, chanting it, drying my hair chanting it. It was bizarre. Then after I got changed I just slept.
Say, do you feel like Christmas yet? Because I don't. Although we were listening to this Radio channel playing Christmas songs, and I heard that song "Baby It's Cold Outside" and that kind of makes me feel like Christmas. I especially love the version with Zooey Deschanel singing it.
Yes, Zooey, not Emily
Merry Christmas, If you feel like it.
ina
