You know, I hate those times when you're playing tag or hide and go seek or one of those games where it includes running and hiding, you see whoever is "it" and then you're running and you one way out but you know your footing is all wrong or your shoelace is halfway untied and you know you're gonna get tagged; and you have to either get tagged or risk tripping or something. Or those times you're playing baseball and you're in a pickle, trapped between home and third with only a guy on the other team about to tag you, and you have just enough time to get to home but you don't know if you wanna risk that third out and make your team lose a chance to get a point; when you can either run and take a big chance or bail out and never know what the outcome could've been.. It's those type of decisions that just about kill me. I have no idea why but I just love thinking about them.
Also I hate whose times when you're parents ask you a question and they already know the answer but they just want to hear you admit whatever you did then afterwards they wonder why you never talk to them about issues that pop up and school and girls and they never think that it's because they scare you and that you'll get in trouble for what you've done. Like, it doesn't make sense to me that telling to truth will get you in trouble just as much as telling a lie about the problem. I just about die when that happens, no one ever, ever, ever realizes that parents and kids will never get along or understand each other even if the parent is "cool" just like how girls and boys will never completely understand each other cause whenever something is completely certain it's usually just proven wrong.
I like when you're reading a book for school, either in class or home, you get so into it, when you have to stop reading it's like stepping out of the story. There's more to life than books but ya know... not a lot more.
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I'm not sure if everything I said up there made sense so don't judge me on it.. On the exit exam I got 412 on the english and 447 on the math, I think I could've done a lot better on the english part, I think the essay fucked me over. Wednesday-School then after I went to knuckle up to my friends jiu jitsu class, it was hella fun. Yesterday-Last day of school then sleepover at my friends house. Today I was supposed to goto a party but it's also Good Friday so I'll have to convince my parents to let me out of the house.
