Friday, January 30, 2004
GOD I FEEL LIKE SUCH A SCUMBAG!!! LIKE IF THERE WAS A SHOW TO BE NAMED AFTER ME IT WOULD DEF. HAVE TO BE "EXTREME SCUMBAG CHALLENGE" and hopefully in it i would get punished for all the stupid things that i have done, especially tonight. i want to get hit in the balls with a wiffle ball bat, hardcore. thats how i feel right now. i would even say "thank you" afterwards.
so it seems that everytime that me and my friends {adam being the only other one who was present both times} want to play bball, something really bad happens. last time we went to farley on the day there was a snow day, and we almost got arrested for trespassing, with joefi.
tonight was far worse, bc now i feel like a dirtbag afterwards. like i seriously want to cry. like cryie face cry, and have the hyperventilations afterwards, have an asthma attack and die, suffocating in my own bodily fluids.
so me adam adn kevin went to kirkbride hall to play bball, which is where the cops recommended the other night, so we go and there is a cyo game so we cant play, so head over to the hs where the annex is occupied by pussy-ass soccer players. so we head to the main where we think that we HIT A MOTHER FUCKING GOLDMINE. NOBODY IS THERE!!!! NOONE!!!! so we go in and play for maybe 20 in b4 we are informed that u need to have a permit {hopefully adam will go more into detail bc i have no energy to, seeing as how im in self-loathing mode} so we go down to the music wing to see if mr. roth can get us a permit, which he cant, so we go to the only other place that we know of that has a bball indoors, CRYSTAL HILL, from there we call everyone that we know who lives there. and someone gets the bright idea to call pow pow for ms.s's number, i fear to reveal her full lastname so ms.s will suffice. so he of course wont give it to us. we contemplate knocking on all the doors in her building to find her, but figureing that would be TRES TRES CREEPY we decide against it. BUT WHOEVER THE FUCK CREATED 411, I FUCKING HATE U, WITH THE FIREY PASSION OF THE SMOULDERING UNDERWORLD FROM WHICH HADES RESIDES!!!!!!!! U RUINED MY LIFE AND POSSIBLY ADAM'S CHANCE AT A PROM DATE!!!!!!! so we of course use 411 to get her # adn then i dont realize what i was doing until after she picked up, where i freaked out and started to say that if we dont play bball, that we were gonna do drugs, not to mention that we CALLED A FUCKING TEACHER TO PLAY BBALL AT HER RESIDENTIAL CLUB-HOUSE!!! so here i sulk, and hope to be able to go to sleep after a stunt like that. THATS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THERE ARENT BBALL COURTS OPEN TO TEENAGERS AFTER 1PM, WE DO STUIPID THINGS THAT WE LATER REGRET. oh God, have pity on my soul.
so it seems that everytime that me and my friends {adam being the only other one who was present both times} want to play bball, something really bad happens. last time we went to farley on the day there was a snow day, and we almost got arrested for trespassing, with joefi.
tonight was far worse, bc now i feel like a dirtbag afterwards. like i seriously want to cry. like cryie face cry, and have the hyperventilations afterwards, have an asthma attack and die, suffocating in my own bodily fluids.
so me adam adn kevin went to kirkbride hall to play bball, which is where the cops recommended the other night, so we go and there is a cyo game so we cant play, so head over to the hs where the annex is occupied by pussy-ass soccer players. so we head to the main where we think that we HIT A MOTHER FUCKING GOLDMINE. NOBODY IS THERE!!!! NOONE!!!! so we go in and play for maybe 20 in b4 we are informed that u need to have a permit {hopefully adam will go more into detail bc i have no energy to, seeing as how im in self-loathing mode} so we go down to the music wing to see if mr. roth can get us a permit, which he cant, so we go to the only other place that we know of that has a bball indoors, CRYSTAL HILL, from there we call everyone that we know who lives there. and someone gets the bright idea to call pow pow for ms.s's number, i fear to reveal her full lastname so ms.s will suffice. so he of course wont give it to us. we contemplate knocking on all the doors in her building to find her, but figureing that would be TRES TRES CREEPY we decide against it. BUT WHOEVER THE FUCK CREATED 411, I FUCKING HATE U, WITH THE FIREY PASSION OF THE SMOULDERING UNDERWORLD FROM WHICH HADES RESIDES!!!!!!!! U RUINED MY LIFE AND POSSIBLY ADAM'S CHANCE AT A PROM DATE!!!!!!! so we of course use 411 to get her # adn then i dont realize what i was doing until after she picked up, where i freaked out and started to say that if we dont play bball, that we were gonna do drugs, not to mention that we CALLED A FUCKING TEACHER TO PLAY BBALL AT HER RESIDENTIAL CLUB-HOUSE!!! so here i sulk, and hope to be able to go to sleep after a stunt like that. THATS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THERE ARENT BBALL COURTS OPEN TO TEENAGERS AFTER 1PM, WE DO STUIPID THINGS THAT WE LATER REGRET. oh God, have pity on my soul.
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