K. As some know, my parents enrolled me into boxing courses when i was 13.
This girl named Cheyanne has a similar story, except hers has more to do with kickboxing. The last year of highschool rocked. Melissa, Chey's sis, can kick her own share of ass.
I just found a pic of when the boys (stupid fucking retarded highschool boys. grr!) were throwing a ball around during lunch time. Almost everybody sat in little circles in front of their lockers. The ball hit a lot of unwilling targets.
Eventually it got to us. We grabbed it and refused to give it back. A fight broke out. It was brutal cuz what the boys lacked in skills, they made up for in strength. Still, it was fun.
it's scary when one misses the things they used to dread.
ummmmm
i'm swimming to Bowen Island on Sunday. My second attempt this summer. We'll make it, though. We're renting booties and flippers.
Which totally reminds me of something i wrote in a BME entry. Lemme find it.
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All i want him to do is call the coastguard if i don't phone him by 5 pm on Sunday. Because it would mean that I've eithered drowned mid-swim to Bowen Island or I'm currently clinging to my drybag and using it as a means of keeping afloat. We haven't really been talking, though, so if I die, it's completely his fault.
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that was about Keith. If that boy is reading this right now, i want him to call me and tell me that under no circumstances, will his phone be out of battieries or even away from his body on Sunday.
Another BME entry. This one from last night:
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Not entirely happy being me right now. Gotta work on that. Not tonight cuz i'm going to sleep as soon as my hair dries. Not tomorrow cuz i'm working and have errands to run. Not Friday cuz I'm working. Not Saturday cuz I'm working. Not Sunday cuz i'm swimming to Bowen Island. Not Monday cuz i'm working. Tuesday is my mom's birthday and jessy is getting tattooed. My mom's been hinting that she wants jewellery. Ugh. Working next Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.... Fit in some movie nights and parties and ta da! my month of August. [i'm working every single day during the last week up until Sept 3]
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I'm going to try to take 3 days off during the last week cuz Jessy wants to go on a roadtrip. Northern BC! YAY! I've been meaning to explore more of BC for EVER. I can see my summer flying by without me. I wouldn't have booked those days off simply to hang out with my friends. But a roadtrip? A roadtrip, definitely.
This girl named Cheyanne has a similar story, except hers has more to do with kickboxing. The last year of highschool rocked. Melissa, Chey's sis, can kick her own share of ass.
I just found a pic of when the boys (stupid fucking retarded highschool boys. grr!) were throwing a ball around during lunch time. Almost everybody sat in little circles in front of their lockers. The ball hit a lot of unwilling targets.
Eventually it got to us. We grabbed it and refused to give it back. A fight broke out. It was brutal cuz what the boys lacked in skills, they made up for in strength. Still, it was fun.
it's scary when one misses the things they used to dread.
ummmmm
i'm swimming to Bowen Island on Sunday. My second attempt this summer. We'll make it, though. We're renting booties and flippers.
Which totally reminds me of something i wrote in a BME entry. Lemme find it.
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All i want him to do is call the coastguard if i don't phone him by 5 pm on Sunday. Because it would mean that I've eithered drowned mid-swim to Bowen Island or I'm currently clinging to my drybag and using it as a means of keeping afloat. We haven't really been talking, though, so if I die, it's completely his fault.
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that was about Keith. If that boy is reading this right now, i want him to call me and tell me that under no circumstances, will his phone be out of battieries or even away from his body on Sunday.
Another BME entry. This one from last night:
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Not entirely happy being me right now. Gotta work on that. Not tonight cuz i'm going to sleep as soon as my hair dries. Not tomorrow cuz i'm working and have errands to run. Not Friday cuz I'm working. Not Saturday cuz I'm working. Not Sunday cuz i'm swimming to Bowen Island. Not Monday cuz i'm working. Tuesday is my mom's birthday and jessy is getting tattooed. My mom's been hinting that she wants jewellery. Ugh. Working next Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.... Fit in some movie nights and parties and ta da! my month of August. [i'm working every single day during the last week up until Sept 3]
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I'm going to try to take 3 days off during the last week cuz Jessy wants to go on a roadtrip. Northern BC! YAY! I've been meaning to explore more of BC for EVER. I can see my summer flying by without me. I wouldn't have booked those days off simply to hang out with my friends. But a roadtrip? A roadtrip, definitely.
How far is the swim to bowen island anyways?
ugh