wtfm8

Alright, so a couple nights ago... I'm eating an apple, cause I'm sucha healthy mofo, anyways so I peering out my kitchen window... and I notice something flying in the sky. And you're probably thinking "what are you retarded? its a mofuggin` planee or toy". Well screw your logics... it was a ufo yo.

And these are my reasons:
1.) that shit was circling around the sky turning at ridiculous speeds and at sucha radius
2.) who the fuck is gonna go into the field when its -20degrees at 11:00pm and fly a stupid flying toy
3.) toy's don't have engines that you can hear from that far away
3.) that shit had a spotlight... like a crazy ass spotlight that could rape your eyes to blindness
4.) it had some kind of upside down "Y" thing hanging at the bottom that lighted up along with the rest of the UFO.
5.) The spotlight spotted me when I went outside to check it out.

Yeah that shit wasn't plane or helicopter, it wasn't no toy, its not chuck norris, and I wasn't under the influence of a hallucinogen. It was a goddamn ufo, yes maggie.... a freakin ufo. Everyone probably doesn't know what I'm talkin about because they all got ZAPPED! like BAM first they probably probe you and shit...and then erase your memory of it! But somehow knowing how awesome I'am... I was able to resist the effects of their mind zapping tactics.

okay anyway... I was actually going to blog about how my nose is leaking and I'm hacking up lung butter, but I came across maggie's blog which mocked my theory. But yeah... my medicines kickin in... and I'm gonna pass out right here if I don't drag myself to my bed. Cya later space invaderrrr. hehe im so clever.

LOL

!ek0. invictus says:
im gonna kick your shin
a.Laanaaaa - - | ♥ { remember } - says:
SHIN?
a.Laanaaaa - - | ♥ { remember } - says:
you want me not to have kids!?

Legacy

Londonderry Jr.High's Junior Boy's Volleyball Team 08/09

5wins : 0losses

I've been coaching for about 3 years now. This is my third and last team I will be coaching cause next year I won't even have a social life..let alone time to coach a bunch of prepubescent, cocky, bratty little group of princesses. Mrs. Gibbons (my former coach and team manager), shes retired from the whole volleyball mumbo jumboo, she claims I'll be back again. Who knows? haha , for some reason I just can't let go of the experience. Losing my voice every practice, demanding a gazillion push ups, expecting only perfection of the execution of plays, deafening the boys with shrieking fear from my whistle, watching a bunch of punks grow into young respecting men. Sure I lose my head from all the frustration and impatience, but in the end when you watch them play at the city finals... its all worth it. From the first day I saw them at tryouts.... my grandma could honestly play better than them, till now; you would seriously think it was a miracle. Especially from day one where they all worked on behalf of themselves, seeing them come together as a team and carrying each other to victory. Thats something you don't witness in your everyday life.

Why do I do this? To be honest, I don't know. It's not the overwhelming power and fear you bestow on the players. It's not the fact that you have a whistle in your mouth and a clipboard in your arm lookin all badass. It's the feeling of turning a group of strangers lookin out for themselves, into a unified unit with one goal. Just the feeling alone of having a player absorb your teachings and utilize them in real time it's uplifting.

"one team, one road, one gold"

"The only thing separating champions and runner-ups is that net, in which is the only shred of hope for the opponent from total domination."

"What team? LIONS"

"They have the balls to walk into the lions den and think they have a chance at winning this game. You boy's know every line, every scratch on this court which you have marked with your own blood and sweat, therefore the ball does not touch the ground in this court represented by the name on your chest, and the number on your back. Represent the school, represent me, represent the team and represent the heart that makes you boys champions."

"That was ridiculous, give me 20."

"I don't care if its a Monday."

"Let me put on my careface."

"This isn't teddy bear daycare."

"So what if you're taller than me"

"Hey minnie mouse, talk to me when your balls drop"

All in all, I love my team and their stupid antics. Even if their annoying high pitched squeeking voices give me killer headaches and the lacking of a megaphone, I'll still be the first in the gym and out the gym, still a coach on the court and off the court.

hm

Yeah so I met this one kid in gr.4 in the park at recess. He had glasses, pretty short. I recalled him from my previous lunchtime intramural game... he was on the other team which we lost to by a few points.

I was standing on a platform in the park and he came up to me.

"Hey...you were on the team that my team faced today and totally beat by like a hundred points" said the cocky little punk.

"Uhhh..sure? we only lost to you guys by like 4 points" I said.

"Yeah whatever, my name's Chester" said the cocky short punk.

"I'm Jeff....yeah I've never seen you before.." I said

"What? everyone knows me.." replied Chester.

"Well I don't know you.." I answered.

"Whatever... you play basketball?" asked Chester.

"Uhmm... a little" I stated.

"wanna play?" Chester asked.

Yeah we played basketball that day for the duration of the recess, then again the day after, and the day after. We still do play occasionally, but we end up talking about random shit lol

Anyways yeah we started to chill more... chillin at his grandparents house, playin with our ballin beyblades, bike riding and getting lost to the point where we knew belle rive and cherry grove like back of our hands.

We went throughout Jr.High and High School together, through thick and thin. But one thing we've never really had is the decency to be sincere to each other, It would be way to awkward to share such a moment haha. Most cases we would rather insult each other with provocative, sexual, racial, ridiculously ridiculous terms. If we had a penny for every combination of negative words fabricated into one funny ass insult... we would be filthy rich. But still, we wouldn't go through with such civilized manners.

Even if we don't share those moments cause if we did..it would feel totally gay, doesn't mean I don't acknowledge of the shit you do for me, whether its paying for my chicken nuggets at Mcdicks..or paying for the rest of my snowboard because my debit has a stupid limit that I never knew I had. I won't every forget what you've done for me, which helps me remind myself that I probably owe you some money haha.

Thank you, you cocky little punk :)

wtfm8

Alright, so I'm studyin for my bio exam tomorrow... and I'm feelin really tired and my solution to that is the consumption of pop to keep me going cause sadly I don't have any energy drinks. So I'm on my third root beer and I still feel like I'm gonna pass out right here on my desk. Yeah turns out my fuggin root beer is caffeine free. Basically I've just consumed 480 calories for no reason.

gr. I hate you bio