Who named it Gatorade?

'Controlling my mind, what to eat, what to buy Subliminal rules how to live, how to die Trapped in a box Ooh, trapped in a box Watch the World as it flocks To life's Paradox We're all Trapped in a box.' Haha. Oh geez, the guys turned me onto that song after they danced drunk to it at Bill's a while ago. I crack up everytime I hear it. --- Long time, no update. My sincere apologies? The past four days I have been busting my butt at PSU's elite lacrosse camp with seven of my favorites from our always-losing lacrosse high school team. There is something wrong with that sentence. That's right. The 'elite' part of it. Yes, we were far from it. Especially compared to those we were surrounded with. Mostly it was a ton of die-hard lacrosse players whose only discussion was college lacrosse recruitment. It was insane. After the intimidation wore off though, it turned out to be a pretty interesting four days. Everyone was real friendly there and it was easy to make friends. There was Afshna from India. A group of girls from New Jersey with these kick ass accents. Lauren from the farm. Some girl whose sister was playmate of the month. Jenn who loved to talk about crazy things with me such as 'The ocean is blue because it is reflecting off the sky, but what makes the sky blue?'And my absolute most favorite was Emily who went to boarding school in California. She was real cool, and she shared my humor. For example, we both found the intimidating, butch girls to be hilarious. The camp day schedule: -Wake up too early to Katie's obnoxious alarm. -Eat breakfast. -Lacrosse session. -Eat lunch. -Lacrosse session. -Eat dinner. -You think it's over? No. Lacrosse scrimages. -Some chill time, where all of us girls would pile in mine/katie's dorm to be the crazies we are. -Lights out by 11, or 11:12 as the escape artist Julie reformed. With a schedule like that, you can bet that I was freaking sore as hell. My legs were not agreeing to move. I think I'm getting ollld. But it felt good to be active again after a many amount of summer days spent chilling in a pool, chilling with a bowl, and chilling... just a lot of chilling. All in all, it was a good time. Us girls took advantage of every free moment to have a good time, whether that be screaming out our high dorm windows at the passers or taking pictures lost in weepingwillow trees. We learned alot, too. Maybe we won't suck so bad this year. I don't really care about winning though, except when it comes to my singles tennis matches. Then, i gotta win or I get in terrible moods. Speaking of tennis, it's starting in a few weeks and I can't gaahhdamnnfreaking wait. --- I'm going out with some friends tonight because I misses them. I mean, if thats 'okay' with you all. I see the way I live my life as become a topic for discussion as of late. For clearly, I can not handle things myself. Please, people. I appreciate it, but I don't.
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It was nice seeing you last night for the first time in everz, lolz.

Rob.
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Your not a rebel your just dumb.
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ratm are awesome, and yes, i am a huge apc fan..they are so amazing, and so is tool, yay for good music!
"The ocean is blue because it is reflecting off the sky, but what makes the sky blue?"
lol, or even deeper still, "What makes you think the sky is blue? Your brain thinks its blue, but is it really blue?"

love your header pic btw, it goes really well with your background colours.
I missed you too rawb. It's been too long. I wish we coulda hung out longer but as you saw- those carnivals arent really my place. Ha, i was so confused there.

alright, matt. thank you.
It woulda been good to see you more but you did seem uncomfertable. I stayed way to long that night. Carnivals is lame.

Rob
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