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lucky woman *slap* grr.
belle's a lucky beech.
she makes me want to slap her. serioously.
so we're like kinda in the same situation except hers in much much more developed.
lol. dont try gussing what im ranting about because that means i havent told you and probably dont want to. cause im like killing myself thinking about this. grr. and i cant stand it no more. maybe i should train more because doing stuff takes my mind off things and that's probably like good for my health right now. what violent tendencies. sheesh.
i really should go and run. get rid of some steam. yep. i wanna reach my target of below ten for 2.4km. really.
then again, running give me a chance to think about stuff. which is what i dont wanna do. so there.
ohwell, i'll run my butt off later at vj. coach wants us to do base running for vj training. like game like that. my favourite. i love base running. you know what a nice feeling it is when you outsmart the fielders and reach home plate? the greatest feeling ever. its like scoring a goal, except alot of effort goes into just bring someone home. not that not alot of effort is put in to scoring a goal but its different la. like sometimes your teammates sacrifice their run to help you to advance another base. ahh i miss training.
but yesterday seeing the sec twos train, i cant help but wonder if they knew how much more effort they would have to put in if they really want to win the nationals. both belle and i agree that watching the way they train makes us feel so 'urghh' like come on, wake up!! they really gotta buck up. cause othera also wanna beat us. but fight to the bitter end if you must. dont hate me for shouting too much. be happy instead cause coach was worse.
oh yeah the concert ystd wasnt bad. i guess you just have to know how to appreciate that knida music. not that i really do, but it was nice. string instrumenta are always nice. like my beloved git :) speaking of which i should practice more of. and i still cant pluck for nuts, anybody wanna teach me? i'll need all the help i can get. back to the concert. i absolutely adore the costumes of the cats. bee-euu-tee-full. so pretty. phoebe's such a good dancer, but i think the emphasis on her was too much, should have shared the spotlight abit. not her fault though. but it was good nonetheless. great show.
''right here waiting.
hmmamm.2:19 pm
SHEEPIE
Joanne Gay
Victoria Junior College
play around with the sheep on top :)