November 31st, 2014
Journal Entry #?
So, I had a good Thanksgiving weekend. The Saint Michaels Patriots played their last game of the season with Hampshire Academy Leopards. The score was 12 to 4. We literally spanked their asses by 8 points. What a bunch of pathetic wimps they were, with their wack strategies used on the field. If they were smart enough, I'd say put more players up for defense.
But, whatever..it's my-- I mean..team's gain and their loss. To celebrate our victory, we went to the pub and got hammered. The Bacardi and Greeygoose just flowed perfectly into me. A classic man's past time is to drink and I'll live up to it when I can.
And now, Im going back to school tomorrow. Whoop-dee-freaking-doo. Now I'll have to see that cheerleader, Candice, whose a snotty, pink-haired hoe ass bitch. She can never seem to get my name out of her mouth, but can't even put food into her mouth (or else she'll quote on quote 'look like a balloon trying to rock skinny jeans and belly Ts and rolling down the moutain.' Whatever that's suppose to mean).
For the past three days. she's been hitting me up on my Kik, my Facebook, and my Instagram non-stop desperately asking to go on dates...and bang her. What can I say? Thirsty hoes always chase after me, but they can all go to hell.
I'm not the cuffing type...or the man hoe type. Yet, irrelevant bitches want to spread rumors about how I'm a beast in the bed.
All I'm really here to do is play football for the Packers and make a living off the game.
I don't need freaking geometry, earth science, or bitches for football. I just need my love, commitment, and strategy for the game. That's it.
But Coach Reynolds constanly reminds me of how important it is to keep my GPA up for that sports schoalrship. He always keeps threatening me too on how he'll kick me outta the team if I don't get my act together, or he'll put Matt as team captain
Coach and I know that will never happen. Matt, for one plans out really badly. Once, I took Matt's advice and we ended up losing the State Championships. I'm not gonna say anything about the specifics that happened beacause it ws an utterly embarrassing day for the Coach and the team
And we never took Matt's advice seriously again.
Sure, Matt gets much better grades than I do, but smarts can't beat natural born talent. I've got more talent than the team would ever need. I always bring the Patriots home with the gold for the 3 years I've been at Saint Michaels.
I've never seen anyone better than I am or will ever be.
But, nevertheless, Coach always encourages Matt and tells him he's destined for greatness, even beyond a sports scholarship.
Riley also encourages her 'Matty-poo' (not like she actually calls Matt ths. Bleehh) to keep his grades up and that one day, his hard work will pay off.
Why doesn't anyone tell me that bringing home the gold for Saint Michaels will pay off one day?
Why doesn't anyone tell me that being the Patriots' best captain will have me destined to be great some day?
Everyone's never on my side to encourage me, so why should others be encouraging people who suck?
If I can barely manage to get nothing higher than a D+ in Mr.Fredrick's science class, then how will I get the recognition I deserve from Coach Reynolds?
Ugh, school's so pointless and pathetic. I wish I could drop out, but my dad would slap the shit out of me if I don't bring that high school diploma home.
Hmm...maybe I could get someone to help me out with this school bullshit and pass my classes and finally be Coach's favorite player.
I think I may know just the person, but they'll need a little work before they give into the offer.
Hopefully, they'll gladly accept, but I just remembered I scared them shitless last time I was at school.
Shit...hopefully everything works out. Wish me good luck!
**I wonder how she's doing. I mean, she's the laughing stock of the cheerleaders and jocks, but I feel kinda bad for what I did the other day. Maybe I should apologize..?**
~Theo
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