Volleyball Tourney

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.

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.