Introducing Shady GaGa
Updated 09-05-09 at 04:41 PM by Undercover
Tomorrow is my second last volleyball game with my school. I've been doing volleyball for five years, this is amazing. Next Saturday's the last game and there's always a barbeque after. I'm going to cry like a baby, I can feel it.
I don't want that part of my life to be over.
I know I can still do volleyball but it won't be with the school, it won't be a part of the same competition. It won't be with the same enemies on other teams.
Tomorrow I'm asking for my job back,
of the biggest test of my schooling career. We were allowed to bring the test papers home because all the answers were written on response sheets, so I was going through the multiple choice paper with Mum and we went through an art-related unit which I'm terrible at and she got all the answers I didn't get. So now I'm feeling like shit, I got at least 3 questions wrong in the first unit (out of 6) which is not a good start to a paper.
I have the second multiple choice paper tomorrow. Yay
S'cuse the stupid facial expression.
& Sand sculpture.
Last night I went to my friends sisters apartment for a while and we chilled, took some pictures as shown above, and some other pictures (wink wink, Diane).
Next weekend, for the
Updated 08-22-09 at 03:40 AM by Undercover
This is kind of important. It'll only take 5 minutes.
I have to chose my best thingo to show to my 50yo male teacher and it's between these three, any criticism/comments/favouritism would be appreciated.
The sun sets with melancholy.
Wondering what it could have done better,
Waiting too long for a statue to move.
Crying along to songs your father used to write,