ouch

today was the tournament and we only won one game. i didn't play bad for me since i ended up playing offense. this means that preseason is coming up soon. boo. that kills summer right there.

i should really start my homework that is suppose to be in by school and find my calculator.

last nite i had this crazy ass dream about chinese men attacking my dad while me and britt were filling sundaes in front of the rocks in my backyard. i offered the guy a tupperware container full of chicken and potatoes, but he refused. then my dad went outside to fight him and he pulled out a vacum cleaner that shot nails at my dad and he got hit. i ended up calling 9-1-1 in the garage. then i woke up and was scared shitless so i checked the house.

i am so sun burnt from this fucking tournament and it hurts.

one day before preseason, i will have people over to go in the pool and sit by the fire and make smores.

i heard the best song on TV when i got home before i went out to dinner on SPIKE. "milk, milk, lemonade! turn the corner; fudge is made!"