Passionality

I have a passion for Four-square. The smell of it, the design, the structure, the rubber. What is there to not love? Nothing is better than roundin' up the boys (and girls if ya got 'em) and just hitting a red, rubber ball into one another's square. Everybody needs a little hard-earned competitive fuel to get them going, and once you step in your cubic, designated square, it's all pure adrenaline and sweat from then on.
This also fortes into my other passion of making cocky, sons-of-guns, get humiliated by me. When I'm in the king square, I always aim for that stuck up fool in the standings and serve it right at his little toe. It usually is followed by a quick stumble, crash and then profanities, littering the surrounding air. Then I do an arm-chug, then sit in silence as he walks back to the end of the rather large line, amidst a spiraling defeat that you can tell is circling him like those birds that circle over your head when you get hit hard in the noggin.

Really?

I would love to say that all my posts are about me in the "real" world, but that would just be a bunch of bull [excuse the language (viewer discretion advised)]. Truth is, Fear and I never really tussled. In fact, all we ever did was play a quick game of Monopoly (let me tell you, he is darn good).
Also, I'm a totally jealous mess. I go green when somebody even looks at me who is wearing a hot chick around their arm, but whatever. I can get over it (but really, I can't....).
In real life, all I play is x-box, take showers and do homework for creative writing. I'm just a wee high school lad trying to find his way in this world by blogging his emotions because my grade is riding on me posting nonsense and you reading them.
So.... Enjoy (and if you don't enjoy it, blog about it. That's how this whole thing started).

embarrassMEnt

The most embarrassing thing that happens is when you spit out what you thought was the most original, funny, witty joke to your group of friends and they don't accept it. Not just reject it, but slam it back in your face with their cruel laughter. Aw man, that is the worst... I think... At least that's what my friends tell me. Of course I wouldn't know firsthand (I'm actually funny).

Going Green (Not for the Weak)

The most hurtful son-of-a-gun emotion out there (besides pain), is jealousy. This explosive emotion is what drives "high schoolers" to be so darn incapable of being rational.
That guy's clothes ARE nicer then yours, obviously! But it's what's on the inside that counts... Sheesh... And yes, wouldn't surprise me if his kidney is better than yours as well. Get over that too. Poor high school kids are so susceptible to the grasping hands of radical feelings. I'm a high school kid as well, but c'mon, jealousy is another way of stating that I'm uncomfortable looking in the mirror. Along with the very noticeable gap between you and that other guy, chalk another point for him for having self-esteem. Reject.

Stress-friends

Stress is that really annoying guy who won't stop following you and always wants to talk to you, even though you talked to him 3 minutes ago. It just talks to talk. Stress won't go away until you finally find a convincing disguise to alleviate his persistent ability to find you.
He always arrives at the worst time possible. It seems as though you're fighting with someone and are in mid-verbiage when he jumps on in and says, "Dude, you comin' to tennis practice today?"