Volleyball yesterday was hell. Critzer is the big D and everyone hopes he dies. Everyone has to ice just about their whole body because he fucking works us to death. Oh, and we were playing this "game" (aren't games usually fun?) where he would serve the ball (as hard as he could might i add) at us and we had to get behind the ball and let it bounce inbetween our legs. Yes, it sounds very easy. If you don't get right behind the ball it pegs you in the stomach or your boobs or other undesired places. See, but after he would hit us, he would laugh. I sat there and watched him peg ellen in the boobs and crack up about it. I was like you gay ass mother fucker i hope you die. We have had 6 hour practices for 4 days. Oh wait, lets make that 5 i mean we are having another 6 hour practice today. Sat practice is at 8-12:30 and next weeks practices are more 6 hour ones. Critzer is possibly the worst coach i have ever had. dumbass fucker. everything is cool now with me, emily, and sturgill. the only thing is i hate it how i always say sorry in fights but they NEVER say it and basically blame it all on me, but oh well. Do you guys like the background...or of what you can see of it? I'm gonna fix it sometime, if i ever get time to. Since volleyball is now my fucking life. I look like a fucking retard in all of the pics, but hey thats how i ususally look so its all good. have a wonderful day sitting on your ass while i am having a great time in hell..aka volleyball. oh yeah, Alex wants in my pants.