Listening to: Everclear (Wonderful)
Today was horrible.
In sport class, we had to be chosen for basketball teams. As usual, I sat around waiting to be picked last; being picked last in gym class is the EPITOME opf being a loser.
Anyway, Mr Mar (The stupidest substitute teacher in the history of.. my life) picked two girls and two boys to choose teams, and so they did.
They had to choose boy, girl, boy, girl, etc.
After a while, it appeared that there were less girls and so eventually I was sitting there among 4 other boys, waiting for the torture to be over.
It was time for this random guy who I don't know properly in my class to pick a girl and I was the only one left.
So the guy says "Can we pick another guy since there are no girls left?"
And everyone's like "Yeah, I guess so", and I'm just sitting there looking like an idiot. Until I bothered to point out that I can go die now.
JESUS. What the fuck am I? An alien? Just because I LOOK like a guy... -___-
And then I got stuck on some lame team with all the dorky good basketball people. So I pretended to be sick and sat with the other sick people, except they completely ignored me.
Yay.
And.. ugh. Job thingy tomorrow, and I have tonsilitus (I can't spell OR play sport. Wh00t) so I know I won't get it, especially when he see's what I look like. ;_;
~Beth
Yeah, I always get picked last for sport too, unless one of the music people get to pick a team, apparently if your in orchestra your automatically in this cliche, pretty good security blanket i suppose
hey, out of curiosity, what job are you applying for??
*marlyn*