So. I am in the library of my school, blogging on a Saturday. My head is buzzing from the cross-court noise of the gym.
So. My team sucks. We lost every game. And every set. Except for one set, I think. I did okay. Our coach is great. Shelby R makes us laugh. She graduated last year, and found her old locker, which is one of my BFF's, Kensey's, locker this year. It has some pervotical graffitti. So charming.
A diet Pepsi would be extremely lovely right now.