I'm wounded!! Damn soccer. I was told by I don't know how many people that they felt sry for me. And I hated it. Truly, I hate it when people pay pity to u for the stupidest things. My mother's bf said it was just a sprain, so I was sooo happy. Everytime I go somewhere new, I hurt myself. Skiing, horses, and now soccer, even though its not really new, but it might as well be for the way I play is terrible..
 My ego is bruised, but nothing more. It will be stiff in the morning, and I pray no one at the high school stares, I do not want to be stared at!! It creeps me out!!

"Not of an age, but for all time" -Ben Jonson to William Shakespeare. I love this phrase. It is so simple and explains many things. Something that is timeless, not for a specific period, but forever. Life......

I hate being normal. I hate my name, it's so boring and tiring. I wish I had a name that actually described me. Like that possible.. he he..Well, I had to type in here, or else, what would be the point of this thing.