Dear journal, today I hit Trisk in the face with my shoe.. It was really really funny.

-I win, Ill

I hit me in the face with my shoe too :(

-You win, Trisk

so i saw this guy, he was sittin down on this thing outside the movie theatre. then this guy runs up to the top of the balcony and pukes ALL over him, and he was like "oh shit, i didnt see you there" then the guy was like "what da fuck biaatch you jus puked on my clothes" and i laughed at him

I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside.

I knew what was coming.

"You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?"

"Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times."

It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.

wow, for one, is that true, and for two, how can they put handcuffs on you :-p

Heh :)

He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land.

He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her.

But when he kissed her, she disintegrated.

Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them.

At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be waiting for you in heaven–with a gun."

I bet when the neanderthal kids would make a snowman, someone would always end up saying, "Don't forget the thick, heavy brows." Then they would all get embarrassed because they remembered they had the big hunky brows too, and they'd get mad and eat the snowman.