Bastard Kennedy Lancers. Wouldn't even let me weigh in. We kicked their asses, hardcore. It was pretty sweet. We're looking at a league championship, man...pretty sweet stuff!!! I'm tired as fuck, and really hating people. This is a bad thing, because there are a lot of people around. I don't know why I'm feeling this way all of a sudden. I can't explain it...I'm going to go to bed. Dream of things that aren't so difficult. Melancholy...if it weren't so damn pretentious, I'd be wallowing in a good deal of it right now. |
Finger still fucked. Got to wrestle Varsity tonight! Xuan's dad had the chicken pox and he had to stay at home, so I took his spot. Got my ass kicked, but it was still fun. I wish I could type a little better, my fingers are still messed. Going up to 125; can't handle cutting any more weight. Feeling kind of weird about Caoimhin. Don't know why. Will sleep on it. Good night, world. |
Whew. Well, you can only imagine how hard it is to type with two of your fingers taped together. It's not too fun. I threw Thoai-Nghia right on top of my finger today. It bent backwards. I was pissed. And in a lot of pain. My toe is still being a little bitch. A meet against Nathan Hale tomorrow. Four pounds to go...I am starving out of my mind. Everything is turning into sausage links and rivers of Crystal Light. I'm going to go and watch TV. I think it will be less depressing. |