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Saturday, December 8, 2012 @ 7:58 PM

U-18 ultimate frisbee tourney next Saturday. I truly hope my team manages to iron out every little disagreement before we step on to the field as sabretooth.

Speaking of my team, it's no secret that we're all young and young people do tend to fight abit here and there. However, I still do believe that there's not a team out there that makes me happier as a team member.

With the ratio of 11 guys to one miserable girl (yours truly) today, the team threw me a belated birthday celebration at OU. We spent a shitload if money eating at chilli's. (guilty) and the guys did the sweetest thing possible.

They bought me a pair of cleats (aka football boots). For those of you who don't know, frisbee players use cleats because we play on fields. It was a pretty funny experience, with 11 guys trying to hide their intentions, then one stupid fella spoiling the whole surprise, and finally 11 guys all voting to buy me a bright pink pair.

Seriously, they were hilarious as hell. Especially the part where they stole my flats and hid them in the store -.-

Even so, they're the best. They're still mean ass horrible bullies though.

Oh on a side note, I HAVE NOTHING FOR PROM. I wonder if I'm even capable of being girly anymore. I'm not even excited for dress shopping. I'm actually irritated that I have to go look for a dress *cue dramatic sound effects*

Don't even get me started on accessories and shoes and make up and all that crap. My head is incapable of processing the amount of things I have to settle for prom. I am not cut out for this shit.

There's Phuket too. My miserable wardrobe is kind of void of nice clothes to bring (heck it's full of sports attire -.-) and I have no time to shop. Seriously.

And even if I did have the time to shop, I would be out of money because I would use all my $$ to go buy volleyball shoes and other nonsense. Definitely not pretty clothes.

I dress like a hobo and talk like a drunken sailor (occasionally). Hmm. Marriage prospects look abit slim now HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH


Ciao.