Staring at the ceiling. What will happen next? I don't wanna know... [These are the lyrics of the day.]
I think I will start that from now on. A lyrics of the day. Sound like a good idea?
Anyway...flip-football. It is the same thing as football [which is a completely lame sport--the american kind anyway...] In our gym class, it is a one-handed touch game that you play and is the same as football except anyone can throw the ball forward, not just the quarterback. I threw a ball at a kid's face 'cause he tagged me when I FINALLY got the ball [my team was only guys and one other girl besides me...and guys DON'T throw to girls. Hardly EVER.]. I was ticked. But that's okay, because later I tagged him in a sort of dive-jump-while-running move. I landed on the ground rolling. My knees hurt afterwards, but other than that I was fine, and it was pretty funny. I felt special taggin him. 'Cause that meant that I didn't dive-jump-then-roll-and-hurt-my-knees for nothing. ^_^ He has neat hair....so attractive. And I kinda sorta touched it. He knows.... I think he's scurred crapless of me now...I'm scurry. XD
View User's Journal
This is just sad that people may actually read this.
 |
