word up. ok first b-ball game = INSANITY. so i had no idea we were playing wilton. now for those of you who don't keep up with the blog (that would be everyone bah) then i will fill you in. here is an old blog entry from last year:

Tuesday, January 14, 2003
we just had a really sweeeet game and we won, 58 - 54, but it was suuuuccchhh a close game i practically peed my pants. and there was this freakin' annoying kid number 12 named chris scott and i wanted to kick his big fat assssss, but actually it wasn't big and fat cause he was skinnier then me, it was gross and he was like 6'5" i was like ewwwww frreeeaaak. And he kept swearing and he got 5 personal penalties against him and the coach kept yelling at him and then he had to go sit down and he cried it was sooo grreeeaaatt. well one day i'm taking the car and taking a.lay and we're going to wilton and we're gonna beat that sucker down cause he hurt my henry and my jack and my sullie and he deserves to die. DIE #12 DIEEEEE. whoa i hate him major.

alright. so that game was against wilton and so was the one tonight. and guess who was there....CHRIS. and we found out his name is really chris young. and he is still #12 and he's still a complete and total spaz. he again got penalties, again tried to hurt our players and he again pretended to keep falling so that our team could get in trouble for it. it was such crap. but it's ok because he's hott and he's really skinny like too skinny though and he doesn't have any hair on his legs. bah. but he's sooo cute. but i hate him. but i want him. what can i say? anyway, he's just...i can't explain it. you have to see how completely insane this kid is. he is so aggressive, HELLO ANGER MANAGMENT. (**news flash: avril lavigne is trying to rap again in this song that just came on. shoot me please. right now. really, i can take it. bring it on.**) anyway, so that's about it on chris young. but it's just such a small world. well i guess i'm peacing out now.

OH. so me and chloe made up this whole plan to talk to #12. and we wrote the rejection hotline number on a paper with my name and we're going up to him tomorrow after the game and saying this, "you need to loosen up, here's my number" followed by a wink. and then he'll call me up and hear I'M SORRY YOU SUCK AT LIFE AND THIS IS THE REJECTION HOTLINE. ahaahhahah. i doubt i'll really do that though, but it would be cool. MWA MWA.

p.s. we lost...badly. and we shouldn't have cause we're better then wilton, but oh well.