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[Aug. 10th, 2006|03:12 pm] |
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damn it, my ankles getting worst. i have to go to practice tomorrow, i dont have a choice. i need to keep playing, i cant stop. damn it. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2006|11:39 am] |
so i called back that girl from school and said i'd do the speech. i don't get why they want me to do it. what do i even talk about?
i'm taking my senior portrait today at 1. mom's insisting on coming, so embarassing. mom i think i can handle it myself. whatever, if it makes her happy. at least hannah wont be there.
two weeks until school starts, i cant wait. senior year's going to kick ass. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2006|09:15 pm] |
its getting a little better. i stayed in my room all day and propped it up. greg came over and we watched some movies and drank a beer. pretty good day overall.
dad's been a lot better lately, i don't know what got into him. he actually took mom out to dinner yesterday and said we would go to a movie this weekend as a family. he never does that. i know i should be happy but this all seems a little too good to be true. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2006|01:45 am] |
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its not getting any better. damn it. I couldnt go to practice today, coach was pissed. I said my grandma was in hospital. i don't think he believed me but you can't argue with a sick grandma. Clara came by with some soup and some pain pills she had left over from when she had her wisdom teeth taken out. god damn, it hurts so bad. i can't keep skipping practice. i'll just have to play on it. suck it up. |
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[Aug. 8th, 2006|07:14 am] |
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during practice i hurt my ankle. crap. it hurts like a mother. damn it. its all swollen. coach though something was wrong but i couldn't tell him. clara wanted me to go to the doctor. i can't, usc won't take me if i've got an injury. i just need to last until the end of the season and then i'll get it checked. |
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| claras bday |
[Aug. 5th, 2006|11:12 am] |
It was claras 18th birthday yesterday. she didnt want to do anything big so i took her out to dinner at this Italian restuarant she really likes and then we went back to her house and i stayed overnight. her mom was there but she left us alone. i know she really likes me. She thinks i'm really sweet and charming and a good influence and all that. Clara's a got a little brother and her mom loves it when i hang out with him. i took them to great america once and she wouldnt shut up about it for days.
I started my college applicatons yesterday. i decided to go the doctor route not the football one. mom was saying that they'd rather see that i wanted to be all honorable and save people than me wanting to catch a touchdown. i guess that makes sense. i don't know who i'll write about yet, i still need to tohink about it.
This sophomore called me up today and asked if i wanted to do the speech at the beginning of school. the school president usually does the speech but she wasnt going to be there in the morning or something. she said the asb voted and they wanted me to do it. hell, i dont know what to talk about. i told her i'd think about it. |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2006|09:07 pm] |
clara and i went to pier 39 today. we went to bubba gumps and posed with this guy who was dressed up like forrest gump. clara's such a cutie, she gave the gump dude a kiss and he like went insane. she took a whole bunch of pictures, i'll try to post them later. i'm computer illiterate so that may not happen.
hannah's been whining all day, its pissing me off. how many problems could an eight year old have. appraently her best friend was being a jerk and making fun of her at camp. she goes to this nerdy science camp with her all friends from school and they make rockets or something. her friends are all these snobby rich 2nd graders from uptown with big yachts and horses and hannah's got like a bike. but dad makes her stay friends with these kids, says its good for her or some crap. she brought home this poor girl from her ballet class last year and he made all these snide comments to her all during dinner. she cried and had to call her mom to go home and we never saw her again. i felt so bad for hannah. thats why i dont bring people over anymore.
i got my car fixed finally. they even repainted it. it costed me two hundred bucks. they had to fix the transmission which was like three hundred. this sucks. i cant go back to work 'cause i have to go to practice all day but i'm running out of money. mom said she'd pay for the paint job, that its my birthday present but i had to pay for the repair. i might have to do some yardwork for heidi again. shes so weird but she pays $20 an hour. damn it. |
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[Jul. 29th, 2006|08:53 pm] |
Clara said she wasn't going to read this anymore. She said she wanted me to make it personal or some crap. She says that I should be keeping a journal or some shit like that so I can have all my memories to remember.
Fine, baby, I'll do this for you. If you're reading this I might have to kill you. just kidding sweetie.
My dad got back from Seattle and was pissed. I don't know why, I never know. He came in and was plastered, like usual. I'm so sick of this. All I hear is yelling. Its all about nothing. The house is too cold, the dinner's dry, Hannah's being loud. He broke mom's favorite lamp yesterday. we'd had it forever. i'm just so pissed at him. she was crying in my room last night. i want her to be happy, i really do.
anyway, practice was fine. the coach is still an ass but what can you do. i need him to get me to college. i dont care how much ass kissing i have to do. without him i'm screwed. usc's been calling me saying they're interested and coming to a game in october. coach better not screw me over- i need this.
crap, dad's home. i'll write later. |
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| No comments? I'm hurt |
[Jul. 25th, 2006|08:42 pm] |
Well football's going fine.
Yesterday was Greg's birthday party. it was f-ing awesome. he has a hot tub and we went skinny dippingafter a lot of the underclassmen bolted. There was this really hot cheerleader from Green (sorry babe, gotta' tell the truth) and my Clara and me and we had some fun. damn my baby's so hot...see you tonight babe.
Watching Girl Next Door again last night. That movie is f-ing hilarious. "God, I just wanna bang hot chicks!"...so good.
Mom's being a bitch again, I'm so sick of all this. She's on my back about everything. I mean God, i have one more year of high school. let me enjoy. i'm not f-ing babysitting again for Hannah. i've got stuff to do. |
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| Clara's making me do this |
[Jul. 23rd, 2006|08:30 pm] |
So yeah, hey everybody.
So my name's Alex and I'm a senior at Harper High. I'm on the football team, quarterback and stuff. We already started practice, first one was yesterday. I'm so f'ing tired, its like a hundred degrees here and my coach is such an ass. I get it dude, but we're tired. Yesterday Brett totally told him off, coach threw him out of practice and told him not to show his face on the field again. Yeah if that happened thered be no team at all. coach is such a prick.
i cant believe school starts in a month. i've already got all the applications, i'm so not in the mood to write these damn essays. i don't know who my heros are. anyone got any ideas? i'll probably do like madden or namath. kiss their goddamn football asses.
dad's being an ass again, what else is new. clara, sorry he was being such a dick.
there's a party at Belmont tomorrow, anyone going? |
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