managing boys varsity soccer team? :[

Yeaaaah. So I'm the manager of the boys varsity soccer team here.

WHICH I THOUGHT WAS GOING TO BE FUN,

but it turns out we're more like SLAVES than anything :[

I'm doing it with one of my friends, who also thought it'd be fun.
Boy were we wrongggg!

At games, we're ball girls.
Meaning we have to chase after the balls when they go out of bounds. Which is about every minute. And considering the games are like an hour and a half plus break, it's fucking hell. They always manage to kick the ball EXTREMELY out of bounds, like the far end of the fucking parking lot, or the far end of the field. So by the time I give them a new ball and go fetch the ball that they kicked out, another one has gotten out. It's intense.
They also yell at us.
"HEY, BALL BALL BALL! GIVE US THE BALL! BALLLLLL"

And what's more, they treat us like crap.
After practice yesterday (Wed. was my first official "day". I thought it was just gonna be introductions and stuff, but it was their home game. So I had to be a ball girl and run after the ball in my normal school clothes, which I subsequently got dees-gast-ing with sweat. I HAD A CUTE OUTFIT ON ;(. Plus they were mean D:), we had to go pick up after their shit. They just tossed their jerseys off and didn't even give a "Thank you" or anything. God.

Plus, we also have to get them water. We're nice enough to fill up the water tanky jugy giantass thing with ICE and WATER, and then we have to carry it all the way to the field. So yesterday, we were going to put the water tanky jugy giantass thing on the bench, where it was during the game from Wed., but then, they started yelling at us.
"HEY! HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!!?!? THE WATER DOESN'T GO THERE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? IT GOES OVER HERE!"
Over here meaning on top of the trashcan. What the fuck. How were we supposed to even know? Nobody told us.
Yeaaah. So we got yelled at by them, and that shit was HEAVYYY.
I mean, we didn't even have to put ice in there!
We filled it up almost entirely, and they didn't even drink like half of it.


And yes. They are pretty decent-looking, but they're pretty damn rude/mean.


I feel used.
And sad.

I'll give them another few days.

/endrant

Ughhahsdhlhasld
I still love you guys, oh adoring (and still few) readers.
-Kurn

I HAVE CONCLUDED

that boys suck.

My friends concur with me.



THE END.

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Hay everyonee!
Karen here.

So I just got settled into my boarding school about 2 weeks ago, but I'm just now telling you guys how everything is going.

I met some great people already, and yeahhh, it is kinda awkward, just cause I'm a new sophomore, but I'm getting adjusted and everything should be just FIIINNEEEE:D

I'm repeating cause:
1. It's REALLY hard to get adjusted when you come in as a junior, cause all this college stuff and SATs and everything
2. They hardly accept juniors
3. I'm young anyway, so I was like...ehh, might as well (:

I'm in a sweet ass mothafucka loft. As in, two-story dorm room. I'm in the only dorm that has lofts on campus, and I have THREE roommates. The first in my school's history! :o

Hahah. So we have four people in this place. It's crowded, but it's always a party. funfunfunnn


I painted my nails a spiffy gold and shimmery orangey color with lots of sparkles.
I like it.


Yesht, I do miss my family sometimes, and it's hard being so far away from home and only visiting a few times a year, but I know it's going to benefit me!

My classes are great, I think.
I'm scared about CALCULUS. Fuck my life. No really. FUCK IT PLEASEEE D:

Ehhh I'm posting this in one of my free periods, just cause I have nothing else to do!

But yeeeuhh
Sorry about not posting for so long; I've been busy as haaail

I love you all, oh adoring (and few D:) readers. Leave me some love, and it would make my day!

PEACERS.
Oh god, peacers. hahaahahh. anyway

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