if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad

I'm pretty sure I know everything in chem right now, but I'm just not executing well in there. Test yesterday, and I swear I knew the stuff, and I should. I just don't put forth the effort to know the details of it all. Heckav lazy. It also doesn't help that it's a freaking early morning class. I tell you, class before 10:30-11:00 in the morning is unfair in itself.

In bio our teacher started talking about bioterrorism, haha. Somehow it was related to amino acids and peptid bonds and the like. Apparently she bought a load of duck tape, lol. In CS we learned how to write programs with functions. Well, not really learned, but we're supposed to write one tomorrow, that's all I know. Hahaha calc is one laugher. I don't know jack squat. Help me, please. I need it.

Learned how to pose pictures today. We've been getting shafted with our weaksaue poses at our dances. But don't take that from me; I know nothing, remember?

There's some show on ABC now, something about the All American Girl. I tell you that show looks as if it were being ran by kids or something. As Ken put it, it looks very "amateur"ish. And the girl's aren't all that pretty. Mosey'd on over to American Idol to see who got voted off. Bernie Mac was off the heezy funny, right after. Bernie takes the kids to see a R rated movie, with aliens that scare the girl and sex that interests the guy, haha.

Very nice to know that my bestbuy.com and polo.com orders have been processed.

Oh man, my lower right leg is pretty much useless right now. Last week I some how rolled it on the courts, but I didn't think much of it. Then on Tuesday, I just some how scrubbed for no reason, and on top of that later on, coming down from a jump shot I landed on the guys foot, causing another ankle roll. So basically now my knee is sore, my calf is stiff, and my ankle is limited in mobility. It's all good though, none of these weaksaue injuries are going to hold me back if any more bball were to pop up. Anything less than a sprain, and I'm still going to play. Pulls, twists, jams, soreness, you ask? Heck no. Play hard. Play to win. No pansy excuses. You'll never catch me on the court/field playing hard and not trying to win. Ii'm not going to waste the mojo by not winning. I hate trying and coming up short. Oh wait, we're getting away from sports now.