Depression Rearing It's [butt] Ugly Head

So I'm falling back into the whole I'm-depressed-because-I-can't-play-basketball-for-another-6-fickin-long-months phase.
And it sucks.
I absolutaly have no clue how to get out of it.
There just isn't anything I can do. I can't hurry up the prosses any more than possible and it's all driving me insane. More than insane, and it's so fucking unfair!
I may have done a few messed up things in Gods eyes but it's not like I've ever killed, or been in jail! Seriously! WTF is up with that? Why should I be someone who gets hurt like this.
And what sucks even more is that I have no write to complain.
My injure is pittiful to loosing my life or anything else like that. I mean, it's only an ACL. I'm lucky, I could have bashed my head in on the wall and gotten my brain messed up. And I didn't, so I'm lucky I guess.
But that still doesn't stop it from sucking.
I'm really thankful for this blog. I love complaining, and this helps me from telling my friends about it all the time.
Thats another thing that I hate.
The fact that hardly any of my friends listen to me. They listen, and understand my point - sometimes - but they never really listen and I hate that. They all think that they're doing a good job about pretending to listen, and they're really being obvious that they aren't. Hardly any of them are observent and it drives my up the wall.
If they don't want to listen to me then they ought to tell me to shut up, not ignore me.

School House Blues

Gah*.

Yes, I feel very much gah right now.
Life sucks.
I'm most likely going to be grounded from my coumpter until next year when my parentel find our what I made on my Science test and whatever it is I made on my Math test - I'm sure it's bad - so I thought I would get this writen in so when you start to wonder where exactly I am you'll know.
I'm either burried or grounded for life.
Great.
Welps, bye.

*Gah - [Ga-U-hha] verbal exclamitory; def: expression used to express extreme boredness or frustration.

The (Smexy) Pizza Boy

Alright!
So I'm now longer in a depressed mood right now.
It's really werid how it just changes like that. I'm thinking of talking to my mom about me maybe being a little bipolar. Which kinda scares me.
Anyway, Newakis had a little party at Mazzio's for the basketball team. The High Schoolers were totally enbaressed. At least you would think they were by their actions. They kept shh-ing us. And it's a common fact to my friends that I do the oposite of what people order me to do.
So us Freshmen were behaving like any groop of girls who hang out together, ya know? A little wacky.
Okay so it was a lot of wackiness.

"Did you win?" Lauren asked, as the basketball team walked into
Mazzio's.

Brooke laughed quietly, "Heh, no. We lost by like...
20."

"Ohh," Lauren blanched a little and studied our faces,
"Right."

The team and I continued into the seating area where the High School
was already seated. The same question was asked by a few others, the answer were
all the same, no.
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A little bit after we had been given our pizzas and Newakis passed out
cupcakes (!!!) with little basketball rings on them - so cool!

Kristina and Erin got into a icing/ranch fight. For some reason we
started laughing, like REALLY laughing. And i had to pee sooooo bad!

When I got up to do this Erin shouts, "Did you pee yourself?!?"

OMG. Everyone turned and looked at me. I responded by making strange hand movements, "Um, no, I didn't. Er, for the record, I didn't. Really."
[So convincing Andie]

I leave quickly after that, making my way to the powder room. And someone
is in there, "Ugh."

So I wait, and wait, AND WAAAAAAAAIT. While in the process of
waiting "Pizza Boy" comes jumping down the steps from a higher level of the
resturant.
And I laugh at him.

You would to I you saw a hott guy jump down five steps in one leap carring
a plate of drinks/pizza.And he looks at me and smirks, cue bubbly feeling in stomach.
I kinda just stare, hehe, and then the bathroom opens up.
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When I return to the table Erin, Jess, and Kristina are deeply discussing
something. Wisely I ignore them and protect my drink. [They always go for
the drink]

Well insted of further disusion around the rest of us they move their
private conv. to the one person bathroom that I just left from.

For some reason when they exit I want to hide from them. So I take a flimsy
practicaly see through napkin and put it on my head. "Pizza Boy who is standing
up a floor higher looks down and laughs at me, eeek!

Okay, well Ima have to finish telling about this later.
Science Fair time.
And Sam wants me to make her a myspace.