I'm an official school loser. There was three pictures of me in the school newspaper. That's gotta be some kind of record. I was in for: 1.) The million dollar word: SUSURROUS. They questioned me. I had no time to think. So i blurted out that I thought it was one of Dr. Seuss' characters? Pssh, way off. Who knew it was 'a soft, whispering or rustling sound.' 2.) Guitar club picture of Molly and I. We look like such we're-trying-to-learn-guitar losers. We had a good laugh over it though. I miss guitar club... and mainly, Mr brydon. 3.) Lacrosse picture. This was one of those things only I would notice. You can hardly see anything, but my jersey number (29). Another good laugh. --- A few things I'm in love with and wish they were human so I could kiss them: -freshly cut pineapple -our school's cheese steak hoagies -thunderstorms, lighting is a must -the white stripes cd's rob gave me -kurt vonnegut's short stories --- These past few weeks of hellish practices and losing games put me on the verge of quitting lacrosse. It was that bad. If it wasn't for Sarah and Hannah who I could always share my views and hack dandelions with, I wouldn't of survived. That was until today. First, the bus ride out was hilarious. Katie read outloud two articles from her CosmoGirl magazine to all us girls. One was about a suicide involving depressed chicks who get fondeled by men and have guns. The other was about a transgender who falls in love with a boy named Tony from Thailand. Oh, the drama. Girls love drama though. We were all so into it. We played this team who is one of the best in the state. So rather than go into the game trying to do the impossible [and win], we just had fun. Not to say we didn't try, we just didn't beat ourselves up over every goal. All of us were having a good time. Yelling jibberish. Singing 'Enya' songs. Just having a good time... the reason I play lacrosse in the first place. What do you know? We ended up playing pretty damn good. Still lost terribly. But they didn't totally dominate us for as good as they were. We were in the game, and our defense was mastering the new zone setup. Point proven-- we play better when it's not so freaking serious. Hah oh yeah... Boyle and I had a head on collision. I think I sort of got knocked out. I opened my eyes and I was on the ground. The ref was blowing the whistle and asking me if i was okay. I was all shaken up. I was so out of it that I stood up real quick with a smile on my face and pointed to the sky. Dont ask? And then, the game went on. My head kind of hurts now though. Heh.