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Jun. 12th, 2008 10:51 pmAHAHAHA ILU TERRY PRATCHETT!
Ok, done stating the obvious, so. Today: wake up, panic, attempt to study, write bio exam. Finish exam, eat lunch, suppress nervous breakdown, study latin. Get Elton John's Daniel stuck in my head on repeat. Study math.
Go to rugby practice. It was... short. One hour long. But rather grueling, considering. A. actually coaches us, I think, and Some Random Guy (who looks rather like a 'Paul') is just the supervisor. SRG is actually A.'s coach (the senior train right after us), but he looks in on our sessions (according to G.). Anyway, he's scary and forward and he swears a lot. Also, whenever someone drops the ball and doesn't immediately dive onto it, he makes us do sprints. Anal, A. calls him. Mental would be a better term, I think. But it was actually pretty cool, and I don't really have any qualms about going next week. (It's gonna be a bitch in the summer, though, with gr 12 english and then rugby, not to mention if I actually get off my ass and apply for a job. But that's another topic, for another time.)
Speaking of next week, I GET TO SEE MY COUSINS ON TUESDAY, OMGYAY! And my brother's coming with me because I am an Awesome Older Sister and have managed to convince the parents that honestly, grade 7&8 are a waste of life, and that it would benefit my brother immensely to skip a day of school and teach twin two-year olds to give Hi-fives and Be Cool. They'll be the coolest kids on the block.
And now: sleep
Ok, done stating the obvious, so. Today: wake up, panic, attempt to study, write bio exam. Finish exam, eat lunch, suppress nervous breakdown, study latin. Get Elton John's Daniel stuck in my head on repeat. Study math.
Go to rugby practice. It was... short. One hour long. But rather grueling, considering. A. actually coaches us, I think, and Some Random Guy (who looks rather like a 'Paul') is just the supervisor. SRG is actually A.'s coach (the senior train right after us), but he looks in on our sessions (according to G.). Anyway, he's scary and forward and he swears a lot. Also, whenever someone drops the ball and doesn't immediately dive onto it, he makes us do sprints. Anal, A. calls him. Mental would be a better term, I think. But it was actually pretty cool, and I don't really have any qualms about going next week. (It's gonna be a bitch in the summer, though, with gr 12 english and then rugby, not to mention if I actually get off my ass and apply for a job. But that's another topic, for another time.)
Speaking of next week, I GET TO SEE MY COUSINS ON TUESDAY, OMGYAY! And my brother's coming with me because I am an Awesome Older Sister and have managed to convince the parents that honestly, grade 7&8 are a waste of life, and that it would benefit my brother immensely to skip a day of school and teach twin two-year olds to give Hi-fives and Be Cool. They'll be the coolest kids on the block.
And now: sleep
