a crazy little thing called hate

You can say that I'm a wee bit crazy for blogging at the campus.

I just finished my statistic class half an hour ago, and I have made an appointment with the counselor. I want to know if it is possible for me to take 8 units, or preferably 10 units this summer. I know it will be damn hard, but almost everyone (well, most people. and they're those friggin smart kids) has told me to take 2 classes. CIS is super easy. Econs is an easy A class. Math 9 with Bober has lotsa extra credits. I am not the one who says all those things, okay, I'm not THAT smart. I just thought, maybe I can do this. Maybe. Yeah, maybe.

Yesterday, I played soccer for the first time since last year. I was pretty bad, though. I used to be fine, at least not this bad. It seems like everyone looks at me like.. man, you can't play. or.. you're a girl. I totally hate this. There are OFFICIALLY two persons I wanna 'kill' so bad now. They're two disgusting, ridiculously annoying, selfish creatures.. I can totally list all their bad personalities, but I know I shouldn't hate anyone, but I can't control this, okay. They're f***in annoying. One guy is just simply arrogant. Snob. Thinks that he has a lot of money, which isn't true (true for some parts, but then it's his parents' money, so it doesn't count). The other is the same arrogant guy for a different reason. He thinks that he is the best player in the world. dude. You are good, but you won't be VERY good if you can't f***in see others. There isn't the word "I" in the word "teamwork". Sure, you can call me "competitive", but it isn't really a bad thing, is it? I mean, well, whatever. You can say it's a bad thing, I don't care. I just don't want to lose if I know I can at least do something. For the first time in my life, I did not enjoy playing soccer. For the first time.. i've been playing soccer for 5 years now. the first time. surprise, surprise.