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Tuesday, June 21, 2005


   KILL!!!
GIRRR!!!!! *stomps around angrily* SOME PEOPLE CAN BE SUCH ASS HOLES!!! *screams* ok.. well Lemme exeplain please.

It's kinda well established that I some what of an athlete. I enjoy running, and I play tennis daily. I like to exercise, and it really calms me. but some people need to get a grip! Well I'm taking summer gym this year, so I can take my biology class come fall semester, because yea, I have to take a credit of gym, and a credit of health, so I'm taking it, to get out of the way. well we went to the weight room today.

let me exeplain the weight room. filled with perverted gross jocks that smell worse than a jock strap, and then, these gross, stick thin lil cheerleader freaks whose sole puropse in life revolvs around thier vagina, and how sluttly they can look. The football team was in there today.

I was already kinda annoyed already, because we have a few freshmen in our class. Now I dont wanna come across, as an upperclassmen prick who is always dissin freshmen, but... GOD THEY ARE DUMB!!! I mean like soo retarded. one dude tried to bench 100, with out a spotter, and damn near killed himself!!! just because I was doing the one machiene, thats like a bow flex... I cant remeber what its called... but yea, I was doing 100 on that. but I had a spotter, I graduly worked my way up, and I've been doing weight lifting, and rep's for a year now.

any way... well the football team was there like I said. and of corse thier groupies. fuckin cheerleaders. I'm friends with a couple of them, and one of the guys challenged to to that bow flex thing. I accepted, and we started drawing a crowd, when we hit the 50 pound mark. His girlfriend, was at first cheering me on, joking with him. but by the time we hit 100, he was getting tired, and I was just getting started. thats when it happend. We had more weights added again, and it was 150 pounds. he droped out, but I went on, and got to 175. my personal best. when I beat him, he just laughed. he patted me on the back, and said good job, and even gave me a hug, when I fell over. cuz face it, hurts like hell, and your leggs wobble when you sit up.

when he hugged me, in a brotherly, friendly way, and the whole team slapped me on the back, the cheerleader girlfriend tried. and she broke the damn thing. problem was she was already mad at me for beating, and hugging her boyfriend, so when I laughed at her for breaking the machiene she got pissed, and disappeared.

I did a couple laps around the track, and got my stuff ready, and went home. but as i was heading to my car, which givin is not the nicest thing in the world, I found that bitch keyed it. my car is a `95 toyda corrola. piece of crap, kinda car. but I dont need crazy ass bitches keying the rusty faded paint!!! GOD DAMN! so now I gotta drive around with the word "slut" keyed on my side door, and the crazy bitch slashed my tires!!! so I gotta go out and pay like 600 bucks for a car that's prolly gonna die next year.

ohhh just wait, tomarrow I'm checkin with the front office, and that bitch is gonna pay. key my car and slash my tires?!? ohh I'm gonna make that bitches life a living hell...

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