Hurt, But Silent.

Who would like to eat sushi and watch Smashing Pumpkins in Albuquerque?

Well I was reminded rather rudely yesterday to update this by a certain someone--a violent Madeleine Low whose cousin is a loser back at my old school. Haha.

Mondays are usually yucky, and the day before yesterday was no exception. I think it was yucky--I can't actually remember.

Tuesdays are usually even yuckier than Mondays, and I remember rather vividly that JY HIT HERSELF OVER THE HEAD WITH HER OWN PICKLEBALL BAT. I laughed for about, what, 10 minutes? Absolutely hilarious, but I think I looked rather hysterical because I was the only one who watched her attempting to catch the ball with the bat attached to her wrist. Funny stuff aside, Netball was very very (not "rather" anymore) pressurising. The seniors came to train with us. 10 min run killed.

Today...hmm...today...Major STM problem. Oh but i do remember being smart and walking the other way to another bus stop when i saw the "nasties" buying ice cream.
Just now, I started missing my old school.So i thought, in their favour, I'd put up a picture of a typical morning back at the old campus we really knew and loved.

That me next to pear:) miss you babe.

Muackers,PrissL.