Guys, I fucking miss being in water polo and swimming.
I miss the excruciatingly hard workouts everyday.
And most of all I miss leading the team being captain and all.
I hope the younger kids picked up where I left off and bettered themselves for the sake of others like I tried to show them.
~~~Nostalgic post~~~
My fucking Speedo tan has faded all the way. This is totally unacceptable by all means. Fuuuuck
I’m going to put this in my Speech power point presentation about Waterpolo.
IT WILL MAKE SENSE GODDAMMIT
I might get the chance to play waterpolo for the first time in a very long ass time tomorrow morning.
I DON’T THINK I CAN SAY HOW FUCKING EXCITED I AM ABOUT THIS MOTHER FUCKERS AHHHHHHHHH.
I really want to get into an all out fight. I don’t know why.
I’ma go to water polo practice swingin’ them fists of fury today.
yeee.
Today at waterpolo work outs we were doing pool presses and there was a struggling drowning bee. I saved it from drowning and waited with it till it dried out and watched it fly away.
It was the single most beautiful thing I have ever seen an insect do. hoe.ly.shit.
I have no idea how fucking delusional I was last night to think my hair was the grooviest thing Ive seen in a fortnight. fuck.
AHHH so today was my first day in about 2 weeks that I go inside a pool to help the girls waterpolo team out a little bit. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed being in water and having it sway me around all majestic like to and fro. Man this is great. Now Im back home and I can’t wait to wrap my hands around 2 things.
Good day so far.
I wanna post a video of me getting sick cracked in the face during a water polo game but stupid ass fucking DVD’s files are all fugged up.
:(
I need a fucking hacker to find the video file when I put it in i swear! damn.
This is me in the middle with all of my sisters around me at one of my games.
It was chilly as balls that morning.
The team’s reaction after an easy ass shot was missed.
I yam number 2.
my mom found this waterpolo ball yesterday at the swapmeet for 2 dollars.
now that’s one bitchin’ woman in my book.
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