"God's Great, Milk's Good, and People Are... SILLY"

This week hasn't been the best thing ever. I've been quite the cranky pants, so thanks to all of you that listened to me tell you about all my problems.

What have I learned?

  I need as much sleep as a three year old (which is like 12 hours), but I'm getting as much as a college kid cramming the night before a big test (which is like maybe 2 hours). Why might this be the case? Well, let me tell you about this little thing called HIGH SCHOOL. My teachers love me so much that they decided the week that basketball started they were going to throw some really hard material at their students. How rude! So, instead of going to bed right after I get home from practice, I do about four hours of homework and then eat some food and then I go to bed. It's quite the life. 

 Sometimes it better to not have friends, or to be friends with only four year olds. You cant let other people bring you down. Stand up for yourself. If people don't treat you right say "adios amigos" and then walk away. Don't bad mouth them, just don't put up with the crap the are handing out. Find the friends that are real, if they end up being children under the age of five it's okay because five year olds are pretty cool.

 Chocolate milk right after a work out is the best thing that has ever happened to anyone on this planet. Do I need to say anything more? I've gone through at least a gallon of milk in the last five days and this is coming from a girl who normally only drinks about a gallon of milk a year. I'm addicted. 

 I HATE Bunko. Don't make me play it, or I might eat you. I only came because I feel bad when I skip because I am in the presidency. But lucky you I wont be back for the next four months because I have basketball. Don't worry about me, just let me do my own thing. Just to clear things up I don't play Bunko every week. We just happened to be doing it as an activity.
 It's time for me to move. I cant stand it here anymore. It's not where I belong and I know it. Tri-Town can try it's hardest to be my home but it never will be. My home is 90 miles north of here. To bad my home has nothing to offer me or my family, other than that's where all of my other family lives. I need to get out of here. A change of scenery would be great about now. 

 When your coach grounds you, listen to her. Its true, the only thing I'm allowed to do is play basketball and do my homework. I've been given a five hour weekend limit (not really, but kind of) and I'm not allowed to do too much over Thanksgiving break and Christmas break. The best way to put it is if I'm not playing basketball, I'm doing homework. If I'm not doing homework, then I'm playing basketball. And if I'm doing none of those I'm too dang tired to do anything else so I am sleeping. Welcome to basketball season!

 Tape ankles, braces suck. See, as a basketball player I'm lucky enough to have terrible ankles. So therefore I have to wear a brace every time I do something active. But I learned his week that tape is the best thing in the whole wide world, and it's a lot of fun to cut it off with the "shark". Oh, and heating injuries feels wonderful. I have a lot of problems. Right now I have two bad ankles, a bad knee and a messed up calf, just thought you wanted to know about all my injuries. The bruise count is up to 17 from the last three days. Again, welcome to basketball.

 Sometimes boys a certain boy "accidentally" holds my hand. It makes me really happy, even though it only lasts for 4 seconds. Its the thought that counts. He has nice hands in case you're wondering, they're really soft too. 

 I like to paint my finger nails. I haven't painted them in like five years and they look so stinkin' good. Now if only I could paint them and make them look good a;; by myself.

 I cry a lot. I'm an emotional person. Enough tears to fill 50 milk jugs have probably (or should have) escaped from my eyes. I didn't know it was possible to let that many tiny drops of water come pouring down  your face, but it is.