Pout.
I have a cold. God. It's been such a long time the last I had one. I hate getting sick. It drains the life out of me.
On the bright side, we had training today, and it didn't suck. I usually feel anxious before we have training 'cause I hate it. I'm so whacked and I hate running. . But today, surprise!, coach wasn't there...and we didn't do endurance. We didn't have time anyway. However, I feel even more anxious now to train, because we have a tournament in September, and we were told that coach is going to drill us to death. Oooh, great.
And oh yes, the dreaded graduation picture shoot. Dang. It was a good thing I didn't have a super-zit...because the last time I had my grad pic taken, I had a huge one right there on my forehead. If my picture doesn't turn out right, I'm gonna freak. I mean, it's gonna be immortalized in our high school yearbook, and someday, someone will point me out and say "Look at her. What a freak." Ha ha. Stupid, I know. I hate getting my picture taken...'cause I almost always look bad.
And my creative shot was a bust. I wanted to do something really cool...but really, the photographer just let me do all the thinking so I just did whatever. It sucked. I wanted to do the Dmitry Tursunov super-pout, but I was shyyy. Aww... So I just had to stick with a sheepish grin plastered on my face. Cool, huh?
Not.
