I've exceeded $17. Excellent.

I've been absent from good 'ol Nutang for the past few days because of jump rope. Everything in life seems to be jump rope these days, it is, after all, the only thing I have going for me. I spent 2 nights in Kirkland with the assistant coach and her family...it was flabbergastingly convenient since they live bout 30 seconds away from the school. That's 1/120th of the commute I usually have to make. Another kid on the team came up with me. There was a problem though...he's only 13, the daughter of the coach is 12, and her sister is...9? So essentially I spent much of my time babysitting, which included walking them do McDonald's and renting movies. It wasn't all terrible, though, because we watched The Ring at midnight in an RV parked outside the house. They handled it really well, though the sisters had to sleep together that night, and one of them was armed with an aluminum baseball bat haha.

My new Worlds team is going...well. Too well. I'm afraid it might be another one of those "too good to be true" cases, but at this point I'm content thinking that we are going to kick some ass. I finally get to have a big part in the strength sequence, and we almost have the entire double dutch freestyle down after two practices. Knock on wood, it better not get jinxed this time, damnit.

If you couldn't tell I'm just rattling off thoughts as they come to mind...I'm not exactly in the bloggish mood I just haven't been around in a while and I figured it was best to update so I wouldn't get any angry letters upon my return (since I tend to take very long breaks). I don't have much else to say except I told you so...the Bratz movie got 1 star, and the Seattle Times reiterated pretty much everything that I predicted in my previous post. They should hire me.

Peace.

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Another rant. Because this movie deserves it.

Now proceed to cut yourself.

The trailer opens with the clarifying social groups and determining inferiority. Jesus, the name of the movie is "Bratz," you'd think that'd be enough of a clue. Sorry to disappoint, but only Transformers could pull off a jump to the silver screen. They were action figures. Dolls don't cut it. Barbie tried and only made it to DVD, I don't know how Bratz succeeded. Regardless, I'm bracing myself for a movie more mindless than Snakes on a Plane and even more ridiculous than Jump-In, which, by the way, I got on my birthday from some friends who I'm currently plotting to assassinate. Long story short: the retards trying to capitalize on this brainless franchise will surely fail because there is only one demographic that could possibly watch this movie, and hopefully parents eveywhere will realize the intense stupidity of Bratz and restrict their children from coming within a mile of a movie theater. Unless they're going to see Transformers.

Ok I'm done.

I have 911 PPS.

The only things I've really had time for lately are jump rope and building fences, both of which leave exhuasted by the day's end. Speaking of jump rope, I have a funny story, and by funny story I mean not. Pull up a chair and make some hot coco because this might be a while. Here's the rundown:

When you compete at Worlds, you do it with a group of four or five. My group was the best. Top notch, elite, spiffy, etc. Screw modesty, we were going to be the lead team on Hot Dog USA and had a chance winning Worlds. There was another group, also very talented, who recently lost their fourth jumper, meaning they were one short. By this time, I had been practicing pairs with Stephanie for over four weeks. Things had been going surprisingly smooth, we just seemed to click...but alas it was too good to be true. My coach ended pulling Stephanie from my group. This throws everything off. That's an understatement, it means my group will have to work three times as hard to even recover from losing Steph, let alone getting better. In speed relay, Steph will be replaced by someone incredibly slower. In four person freestyle, Steph will be replaced by someone less skilled. In double dutch speed, Steph will be replaced by me, who has never done this event competitively before. And trials is in January. I don't want to be selfish...I know that the other group would not have been able to do Worlds if Steph hadn't been put on their team. But jesus. We have so much to compensate for.

End of unecessarily long explanation of why my Worlds team now sucks.
I guess I should be more optimistic, or at least pretend to be. But my nature tells me to think realistically. We are f*cked.

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Feast your eyes.



'Nuff said.

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I feel...17

Actually I feel completely normal, whatever normal is. Also, I have not receieved any presents, so snap to it you guys. Although, Randy, I don't want any gadgets from you, as they might secretly be your Decepticon minions waiting for that moment where my back is turned to transform and shank me. Or something.

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