Week 2
This week much like last has gone by rather quickly, Monday started off with me feeling quite sickly.
Lucky for me we had a day off from education, so I spent the day resting in temporary hibernation.
After I awoke at a quarter past two, my dad compiled a list of random stuff for me to do.
The list was quite bland and involved hours of work, but I'm used to it now...cause my dad is a jerk.
After finishing up the work-list from hell, I went to the gym and I curled the dumbbell.
Tuesday rolled by and was overall rather plain, the boredom that ensued nearly drove me insane.
Wednesday however was a special occasion, I was born 18 years earlier....a tiny baby Caucasian.
After school I joined a new Workout Facility, and after looking around saw a boy with an obvious disability.
He looked very goofy..like a villain from a kid's story...but after close examination I realized it was Corey.
He tried to look cool as he came over to talk, he bounced as he stepped..there was pep in his walk.
I looked past his attempted manly facade, he was merely a boy..with a weak boyish bod.
I lifted there for an hour or so, and then to Intramurals I decided to go.
We played our game and we lost just by two, but if you ask me we really won by a few.
Their score would go up..without even making a basket, I wanted to put one of them underground in a casket.
After that I went home and I went right to bed, it'd been a long day and I had pain in my head.
The next day was Thursday so I woke up for school, I forgot to do stats homework and I felt like a tool.
I nearly died twice during my gym class, I got hit so hard one time I fell straight on my..bottom.
I got elbowed twice right square in my jaw, the blood started pouring as if I'd been cut with a saw.
Friday was calm and rather uneventful, I listened to some music including an Elton John Instrumental.
Nothing else happened except I cleaned up the home, so many chores I wanted to hit my dad in his dome.
Saturday was quite fun and I enjoyed it a ton, we had a basketball game..and somehow we won.
That night I watched a movie with a couple of friends, its hard not to cry when "A Walk to Remember" ends.
Other than that my week was quite a bore, I bought Paco some treats but he kept begging for more.
Next week should be more fun so be ready to see, the poetical rhyming of week number 3.
This week much like last has gone by rather quickly, Monday started off with me feeling quite sickly.
Lucky for me we had a day off from education, so I spent the day resting in temporary hibernation.
After I awoke at a quarter past two, my dad compiled a list of random stuff for me to do.
The list was quite bland and involved hours of work, but I'm used to it now...cause my dad is a jerk.
After finishing up the work-list from hell, I went to the gym and I curled the dumbbell.
Tuesday rolled by and was overall rather plain, the boredom that ensued nearly drove me insane.
Wednesday however was a special occasion, I was born 18 years earlier....a tiny baby Caucasian.
After school I joined a new Workout Facility, and after looking around saw a boy with an obvious disability.
He looked very goofy..like a villain from a kid's story...but after close examination I realized it was Corey.
He tried to look cool as he came over to talk, he bounced as he stepped..there was pep in his walk.
I looked past his attempted manly facade, he was merely a boy..with a weak boyish bod.
I lifted there for an hour or so, and then to Intramurals I decided to go.
We played our game and we lost just by two, but if you ask me we really won by a few.
Their score would go up..without even making a basket, I wanted to put one of them underground in a casket.
After that I went home and I went right to bed, it'd been a long day and I had pain in my head.
The next day was Thursday so I woke up for school, I forgot to do stats homework and I felt like a tool.
I nearly died twice during my gym class, I got hit so hard one time I fell straight on my..bottom.
I got elbowed twice right square in my jaw, the blood started pouring as if I'd been cut with a saw.
Friday was calm and rather uneventful, I listened to some music including an Elton John Instrumental.
Nothing else happened except I cleaned up the home, so many chores I wanted to hit my dad in his dome.
Saturday was quite fun and I enjoyed it a ton, we had a basketball game..and somehow we won.
That night I watched a movie with a couple of friends, its hard not to cry when "A Walk to Remember" ends.
Other than that my week was quite a bore, I bought Paco some treats but he kept begging for more.
Next week should be more fun so be ready to see, the poetical rhyming of week number 3.
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