It's coming and I want time to stop.
8 AM-12 PM--summer gym
2 PM-friggin' 9 freaking PM (seriously? SERIOUSLY???? Yes.)--boot camp for Marching Band.
Anyone who says that isn't a sport can go jump off a cliff. Or come to our practice.
My only happiness with this is that, hopefully, I'll keep on losing weight, which I desperately need to do...
*sigh* Invisible people...welcome to the saga of Hell Week.
I am dreading it. I wish I could stop time.
Too bad I can't.
I wish band wasn't so dang long. Or if I could march. At all. Of course, I can't. I seriously suck. I would guess that I am one of the worst people there. ...I would kick me off if I could. I'm sure they would. I'm just a liability. That, and I'm mediocre at best of a player.
I'm really sick of being the worst at EVERYTHING. I'm at the back of the class for gym and for Marching Band. It gets irritating. It's the physical activity.
That + out of shape, uncoordinated me = aches and pains and failures.
On the bright side, I did an awesome mile last week. On the downside, I'll never do it again...
Meh.
I'm tired.
Still wishing time would stop and that this week would never start,
-Alice
No comments:
Post a Comment