VOLLEYBLAST!

My brother Landon's baseball provinicals are coming to a close. They may have a chance of going into the finals!
My family and I are camping right now, and today I have volleyball camp! You're free to sign in from eleven thirty to twelve-forty-five, which is when the camp begins. I'm really excited to be going, but kinda nervous too. I mean, it's highly likely that everyone else will be fanatical skinny people that jog in the morning and can do the six-minute run without dying. I am none of the above. Plus, I'll be the only cripple there. But my volleyball knee pads will probably slide right over my braces, hiding the horror of my deformity. Ha ha, I sound like Le Fantome de la Opera. Who is awesome.
But who knows? I could have a blast. *snork* VolleyBLAST, get it? Har-dee-har-har. I mean, during the school year during volleyball I was, modestly, one of the best players on the team. During practices I would run and cheer and work like no one's business, but I wouldn't even feel my tiredness until we had to leave. Practices were always too short. And I've got a mean spike.
This going to be a cool new experience! Whee!!
P.S. Off topic, but I'm learning how to play guitar. I'm using my brother's guitar and book, and I'm just teaching myself. It's easier than I thought, though my fingers are practically bleeding when I'm done.

iPods and Guinea Pigs

Can you find the Guinea Pig in the Stuffed Animals?

Ha ha. That's our guinea pig, Spice, that's wedged in there. She's an angora guinea pig. My mom teaches kindergarten, and Sugar and Spice are the main attractions.

I'm depressed. My iPod is not working. I press the menu or center button, it glows silver, beeps twice, and falls back into its black slumber. Or maybe COMA is more like it!!!

I have a ball tourney this weekend. We're camping, to save the cost of hotels. Heh. It should be fun. In between games, I'm going to bring my sleeping beauty to a Future Shop. Maybe the guy can raise it from the dead, for a fee of only 295, 378 dollars!

I have to clean my room and make banana bread to take camping, when I really want to sit down and play the Sims 2 for several mind-numbing hours.

But at least my Auntie gave me a Diet Pepsi. Diet Pepsi makes ya feel better.