I'm Not Okay (I promise)

Well. Fucking A. We lost to North Olmstead, and that was complete crap. We shouldn't have lost- we were better; we wanted it more. I blame it on praying. Further proof that prayer doesn't really do shit.

So, I'm kind of sad. Prior to the game, at K's, Moira, Jess, Katie, and I had some hard-core Oprah bonding time whilst everybody else watched "Mean Girls". I am going to miss Moira a lot- I have fully come to appreciate her over this season, and it's not going to be the same without her next year. I mean, Summer's great, but I don't have a lot in common with her, and she doesn't quite follow my thought pattern. Now, no one else does, besides Katie.

I almost cried at the game. Watching Gross cry is what did it to me. Knowing that it's over for the seniors, that they never have a chance to taste glory, it's so sad. We still have next year, there's still one more tomorrow for us. But for Gross and Jess and Vacha and Cara and Moira, it's over, glory has faded. And when Gross was trying not to cry, it made me sad. I hate watching other people cry; it's about the only thing that will make me cry. I wish we could go on. I've never wished to continue being a part of this team until tonight. And tonight is too late.

Not to mention, can I just point out that the rest of my day sucked as well? I didn't get up until 8:44, and don't even ask me how I managed to do that. The point is, I had to get to school. Only wait, it was shortened schedule, so I was late. On the bright side, I completely discombobulated Sr. Phillips. But it fucked up my whole day. I spent lunch working on homework. I lost a bonus point in Chadha's class, because I had to turn in a pass. I wrote an entire bloge, and it was deleted because our school computers are inefficient and sucky. I wrote out almost my whole resume, and the computer also got rid of that.

I now refuse to do any homework, because I'm depressive. I'm eating cookie dough, so I'm going to get fat. Soccer season is over, and I'm sad.

We tried so hard. It's so not fair. Much like life.

Well, fuck this. I'm going to bed.

Yo ho
Yo ho
A (depressive and pissed off almost crying) pirate's life for
~me

I feel like just jumping up and down on the ground in anger like they do on cartoons.