Its frustrating when you play college athletics and you dont perform well. Like not just having an off day. But getting your butt whipped in drills that the youngest of sports players can do with ease. As an upper class man who should be running this performance, it sucks to be getting owned. Especially when you are a starter because of injuries and you can't make anything out of your opportunities. It sucks because you physically can handle the situations put in front of you, however due to constant mental breakdowns on the field, you look like a 4th grader on the playground.

I really hate it!!!! We had our exam just this morning and I thought it would be easy because it is just the FIRST GRADING.. But it was the opposite!!! I am one of the candidates for the VALEDICTORIAN but it seems like I will not be able to do it!!! Damn!!! Please help me!!!! I hate it!!!! I want to excel!! I tried my best but I think it was not enough!!! Huhuhuhuhu!!! =(

I have some problems with several churches. Over the years, bad things have happened with churches. Well, this is not different. There has been a church advertising VBS. It was suppose to big fun for the kids. I got my 3 year old all worked up for it and he could hardly stand it. We went there and everyone seems nice and greet us with open arms, so I thought.... I walk in and they looked at me in funny way. They tell me that my kids are not able to stay, because they have to be 5 or older. My son sees all the stuff and fishing equipment and is so ready to play.

AAAAAARGH! I am so frustrated. I can't seem to write this goals statement for my grad school application. I know what I want to say, but actually putting it into words is enormously frustrating right now. Maybe I should just take a break and try later.

Largely thanks to a hangover I got from last night's festivities, I missed my early class this morning. Next period I asked the guy that I'd liked for some time if I could borrow his notes to copy up. Smiling, he handed me 4 sheets of paper - 3 were the class notes and the fourth was a love letter... to my best friend - Dammit

Today I picked my three year old, Niamah, up from preschool and asked what she had been doing that day. Apparently she'd been learning to write her name. I asked her to spell her name, to which she replied "W-R-O-N-G". The teacher had corrected her attempts so many times that she was convinced it was how her name was written! - Dammit!

I used to get bullied at school, I told my family and my older brother said that , when it happened again, I should shout and call him the very worst name I could think of, needless to say I went home with a black eye that day. Thanks brother!

At the very final hour before our mid-term exams my friend came 2 me and said she has 0 preparation of the bio exam. I quickly grabbed my notes and read out loud all the main topics with little detail. Her expressions were telling me she didn't understand sh*t.

When the result came, she topped the class. I came second ... Dammit!