I think I've stated before that I play volleyball for my school. I should let you know that I'm on Varsity, and seem to be the only one in my Spanish 3 class that does. Today was an activity to learn more about your classmates, and I think all 35 students asked me "Jugaste voleibol?" I was like Are you kidding me? And what's even worse is that Mr. Brown, the Spanish teacher, is whiter than me and just a complete asshole. The way he talks just pisses me off.
Anyway,I've noticed that I'm always moving about, whether it's to practice or a party or back home for homework. Take this weekend, for example. I was working at Applebee's for a fundraiser at 7, then I left and went to practice straight from the restaurant at 10. Immediately following practice, which ended at 1'ish, I ran to an Eagle Scout Court of Honor to congratulate some Scouts I know from back in the day. Once I arrived back at home, I ran off to join some friends for a party that lasted for about seven hours. And that was just Saturday!
Sunday rolls around, and I find myself awake at like 6 or something to help my dad build a fence (ugh!). But around 4, my mom herds the family into the tiny Civic and drives us up to Santa Barbara to hang out with a girl on my sister's water polo team. She is really cool, beautiful, and off-limits. WTF, right? Thank God no one saw us, like, wrestling in the front lawn :D
Well, this is CA, signing off. Stay tuned... and be good humans.
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