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During PE, we had to run 3 laps around the whole damn school. Mr. Conellos only gave us 20 fucking minutes. I ran. I walked. I was tired and worn out. It took me 15 minutes to run those laps. My legs felt like they didn't belong to me. I ran with various numbers of people, switching from one person to another person. I ran with Sherie the most. We ran together for about 1 and a half laps. Fuck it. I HATE JOE. I WISH MS. ANDERSON WAS BACK. I HATE YOU JOE. MS. ANDERSON TEACHES BETTER THAN YOU EVER CAN. I HATE JOE. YOU NEED A FUCKING JOB. I HATE JOE. YOU LOOK JUST LIKE MR. JACOB. I HATE JOE. I EVEN MISS MS. ANDERSON YELLING AT ME. I FUCKING HATE YOU JOE.
I personally didn't want to go to volleyball practice today. I was tired and I felt like kicking something. I didn't make a lot of my serves and my bumps sucked ass. Ms. Moll said that we were all going to play in the game from now on. Yay for me. I don't mind, but our chances of winning now are VERY low. She should just start out with the starting line-up. I don't mind watching. I am glad that she will let everyone in the team have a chance to experience playing in a game, but now I don't want her to do this. www.freewebs.com/finger-puppet <-- browse my site =D [Mood]: =/ [Listening To]: Otherside by The Red Hot Chili Peppers |
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