So lately (a.k.a. the last decade or so) I've been playing volleyball. And loving it. So now I'm taking a summer camp with seventh and eighth graders. Morgan and Rachel are in it. See where this is going?

Let me break it down for you.

Morgan: How can you be sweating?
Me: Um... because I've been running around?
Rachel: If this were basketball, you wouldn't even think this was a workout
*sound of a gunshot going through my body... theoretically of course...*
Me: Haha, well I'm not in basketball... if you haven't noticed.
Morgan: Yeah. We noticed. *snooty look the kind of resembles a pile of poop*
Rachel: You should do nine tigers. Like we do in basketball
Morgan: Do you KNOW what a tiger IS?
*I try not to scream at her*
Me: yes, MORGAN. I do. During school in volleyball we did them every time the ball dropped.
Rachel: Not nine.
Me: Um, rachel. Yes we have. we did lunges eight times and then we had to do sprints 3 times and tigers 2 times.
Morgan: well that's still not nine tigers.
*Morgan whispers something evil to rachel's ear*
I walk away.

YOU GUYS SUCK.

I'm sorry. but really. why would they be like that? Rachel was so mean! Morgan... well that's nothing compared to sometimes but still. It wasn't very nice if you ask me.
And the worst part was their snooty voices. Holy god what the heck? I wanted to chuck something at them to get them to just SHUT UP already!

I'm so glad they don't read this blog...

I'm going to go eat now.

two words...

holy. god.

how can you not LOVE that? These are the kinds of pictures that make me want one of these. seriously. try to say no to that. 

yeah nice try.

don't hurt yourself.

Not even lying this was my most recent To Do list:

1. exercise 
2. search the couch cushions for loose change
3. if that fails (because it is a stereotype) search under the beds
4. rip this paper up because it serves no purpose
5. because you know you won't do number 1
6. right?
7. whatever
8. even if you do you'll only say that by walking to the fridge to get food was exercise
9. but oh well!
10. live your life. what do i care...

... I'm completing number 4 as i type...

You know what sucks?

But other then that, when the Mayflies attack.

(there's more where that came from)

They're EVERYWHERE! And living only a couple blocks from the Missippi river, holy god. There's no escape.

They just started coming today. One was stuck to my window... *shivers* It was so gross. They really like white walls (as you can see in the picture). I hate them. So. Much.

I guess it's just that they don't serve any purpose in the world. I did some research. "The adults are short-lived, from a few minutes to a few days depending on the species" (I didn't say it was a lot of research) UGH! They're so gross! And they only are alive for a little while but... *shivers... again* 


Well, I think I've made you bored and grossed out long enough. 


Time to go inflict pain on other helpless souls!

Too much? (a poem)

Too fast
Too slow
Too high
Too low
Too loud
Too quiet
Too cold
Too difficult for me to be perfect

I guess I'm just
Too much myself
Too be your friend
Too make me be perfect

So I'm leaving all of you
Because I'm too much

Too weird
Too smart
Too easy
Too fun
Too boring
Too clean
Too dirty
Too good
Too bad
Too sweet
Too mean
Too everything you can possibly be

I guess I'm just too much me. :)