today I am once again extremely stoked about derby. no, it has nothing to do with the fact I'm failing two classes and getting 52% in another and have nothing else but derby left to be my life since I obviously fail at school stuff. seriously, it doesn't. but yeahh... everytime I see a terminal city roller girl say they don't have a junior team in an interview it pisses me off. YES, we're working on it, just cause you guys can't fit it in to have us under your umbrella yet, doesn't mean we don't exist (I'm not angry that you guys are busy, believe me, I get it). on that note, my next step is to craigslist my heart out. find people, trainers, coaches, gear, spaces, whatever we can get.
ok, now that I'm back from posting up there, anyone who is reading THIS who is interested or has anything they want to sell/ give to us let me know. nikkiasb@hotmail.com just only respond if you are legit. my inbox gets clogged enough without random creepers. seriously.
derby...derby...derby... oh jeebus I'm tired.
I managed to fill out almost two months worth of DPA in like... 20mins. skills right there. well, it was all made up, I wish I could go roller skating as much as it says on there... that would make me happy. but still, I filled it out that fast. and I'm failing math. badly. very badly. so badly it's funny. kinda.... no, not really. school is evil. wait, that's just the school system and society and how they work together to screw over all the kids in as many ways as possible. like my japanese...
or I could blame it all on my mother. I like doing that. after all, she did move me out to the school where I can't understand the teaching styles, and I don't quite feel comfortable yet, so I don't really try in class. plus I have my whole theories about government and school and all that shinanigans that teachers usually don't like. and if I finally grow a pair, I want to start a GSA at my school. cause that would be freaking awesome. come on, GSA in the middle or RICHMOND aka chinatown 2.0 =P
my one act's got moved to the end of january. most likely 3 and 4 days before my birthday. woot?? holy tittyshakes!!!! I'm gunna be 17 in like.... 2months. scary thought. I need to get my industrial before then. and cut my hair..
STOKEEEED for sleeping in on friday... and possibly other things ;)
dirty, dirty mind. not that anyone really want me to stop... TITTIES!!!
you know you love it. but you love me more. cause I was a doughnut in drama class. OOOOOH andandandand. the gr.8/9 drama class I have directing and script writing in they were doing 'gibberish'. so of course the sub pulls out Jabberwocky (that is NOT gibberish, it's ART!!), and proceeds to fail at reading it. after two words I'm shaking my head wondering how 'brillig' rhymes with village.. WHAT?? and so I ask politely if I could read it. she keeps going.. joobjoob bird?? by now I've been asking the whole time if I could read at I'm at a yell. "JUST STOP!! can I read it, PLEASE!? since I actually know HOW to!!" yes, that is how pissed at her I was. but if you're a drama sub and you don't even know what park bench is, you can't pronounce epic words, and you spend most of the time you're supposed to be teaching, working on your sketchbook, how the hell do you still get paid?? I should've gotten her first block's salary. note to self: when izdebski's back, remind her to never get that sub again.
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