Venting.

Venting is an integral part of my life, without which I would completely explode.

Today's venting topic is volleyball.

It stinks. Why I do it is a mystery to even myself. No matter how hard I try, that stupid, little, lazy kid who's a grade below constantly gets put before me. Does she have skill? Heck no! Just ask my blogging partner, who shared a similar experience with this girl during softball season.

To coaches, seniority means crap. They will gladly sit a capable senior in favor of a awful junior who did not earn their spot. I'm offended.

I need to stop before I say something truly offensive.

Small town sports suck.

Point Please.

What's the point of having a blog. Half the time I make posts and I don't even want anyone to read them. Also, that doesn't matter because nobody will read them any way. We have no followers. 0. Nada. None. I don't consider this a good or bad thing. I'm sure that someone somewhere has found our rants and pointless opinions vaguely entertaining. It is just that I can't tell if I'm wasting my time.

Medicine For the Ears

This is a playlist. There's accidentally a reoccurring theme, but I trust you'll catch on or get over it soon enough....
1. Two Doves- Dirty Projectors
2. The Ball- The Dodos
3. No One's Gonna Love You- Band of Horses
4. Anyone Else But You- The Moldy Peaches
5. Skinny Love- Bon Iver
6. 123- Little Glitches
7. My Door Is Always Open- Noah and the Whale
8. I Don't Need Love, I've Got My Band- The Radio Dept.
9. Samson- Regina Spektor
10. Blush- The Raveonettes
11. In an Aeroplane Over the Sea- Neutral Milk Hotel
12. Solitude- Tribeca
13. Winter- The Dodos
14. My Manic and I- Laura Marling
15. Landfill- Daughter
I don't know if I need to disclose this, but I don't own these songs, or hold any rights or affiliations with the artists and recording labels. Thanks.

What's Worse?

Sometimes it is really hard to deal with feelings of inadequacy. Also, with crushed ambitions. At times I can reconcile my restless mind with the idea that one day I will find these occurrences frightfully ironic. Other times I feel like I'm just giving myself a stomach ulcer with the added stress and distress of failure. Where might one find irony in the referred to pitiful situations? Hmmm.... Maybe how a cheerleader who has been ineligible for extracurricular activities multiple times won $2,000+ in a SCHOLARSHIP pageant. An area of my life where I felt like my all-night study sessions and countless bouts of test anxiety could finally benefit me. Sadly, I was mistaken. The title holder is a "reformed" partier. It won't matter at some point, but until that point I think that I will have some troubling thoughts tumbling throughout my mind.

Oh, so Jacked up.

I've NEVER been so intimidated by a pair of eyebrows.
Sorry, Jack.