The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport. Tie Me Kangaroo Down!

So like... I was supposed to go on this retreat with one of my youth groups this weekend. Well, I got pulled out of home room to be Santa at the Tiger Bazaar (our school fund raiser art sale thing..). I couldn't turn this opportunity to look like a complete idiot down. I had to say yes. So now it looks like I will be home this weekend... Which is good, that means I can work on my stuff for English and maybe get some hours of work in with Don. AND, I get to be Santa. Yeah ! (^_^). *laughs*

I am exhausted... And sore. I worked out with the Cheerleaders, and the volleyball teams yesterday. They are tough... Whew... I also joined the 'Bigger Faster Stronger Program' after school. In other words, I am only going to get more sore... But, by Xmas, I will prolly be buffed out and more toned then my cellulite driven body has ever seen... *groans* Today, I treated my-self to 3 slices of little ceasers pizaa for lunch in celebration of my new found ... uh... glory...

My other troubles in life: Krista, Sara's cousin... I befriended weeks ago when she moved here. Don asked me to keep her out of trouble. Well this also ment hanging out with her, listening to her and befriending her. She accumulated a big crush on me.... She is prety, but her her in general makes her look... less ...pretty...*safe words*.... I got her to quit smoking, and to narrow her swearing down a lot. Well.... I asked her last week, after being tipped off if she was smoking again. She said no, and promised me she had quit. Well, I found out yesterday she lied to me, flat out. She blew up at me this morning when I was walking into my class, because I was pissed at her for lying. She keeps claiming that I am not accepting who she is... but people, come on... smoking and having sex with every guy who wants it... and putting youself back in your own problems does make you think differently of the person. I honostly thought she was different and she needed my help. God I can be so blind sometimes... I listened to her bit... complain about her problems for 3 weeks... and I tried helping her, but she is one giant pile of sympothy. She won't change her habiots, so I won't bother to listen to them anymore. Does that seem fair enough? I think so. She also complained to me that every nice guy doensn't want to be with her. My friend Justin liked her alot. I mean alot. And she went and screwed that up by smoking in front of him, and ditching him to go a walk with the village idiot Gabe, who will prolly get her Pregnant, does drugs, and cheats on everyone of his girlfriends. I have warned her of the people she shouldnt hang out with if she wants to get away from Heartland (the area she came from)... her own damnation is her fault. For once, Sara was right... sorry Sara, I should have listened to you back in July about her.

Another thing is Justin is finally home. Yay.... oh well... only 2-3 more weeks of him and my mom fighting... great... if I live that long. Its like its the devils joy in popping things up in my path to make my life a living his home... heh... that works...

hmmm, here is my fav pic of the day...

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 2:51 PM