Growl

I have been depressive and moody these past few days. I hate myself when I get like this. Ew. Ah well, no use worrying. And do you know why there is no use worrying?

Because I have to be at school for eight tomorrow! Damn that's early. I hope Laurel doesn't MISS THE FREAKIN' BUS AGAIN tomorrow, because we're leaving real early.

Fifty-six in World Issues? Not that cool. And the choreography for Fiddler on the Roof is eating my face. I'm such a bad dancer...

But we did beat the intermediates 6oo-12o today at Reach. I love reaming the other team, I really. One of them got cheeky so we stopped going easy on them. It was seven on three and we still ate them alive. I love it.

Okay, so, we're the senior team sure, but they were very quick to point out that we came in sixth and they came in fourth and are going to the semis next week. And they figured the seven of them could take on Justin, Dave and I.

News for you kids: don't fuck with us. We are dangerous creatures, especially with Reach buzzers. You train with sweet Ms. Jenset? We train with the Malkin. Ph34r us.