Crazy Good

I was in a taekwondo tourney today.
BIG RESULTS........ *drumroll*
1st in breaking and a 2nd in pumse (form)....!
Heck yes!!! CMA represent!
Meanwhile, it was pouring rain.
I had to run over a mile in it - wielding a trophy in one hand under my hoodie and a messanger bag slung over my shoulder...
I walked home from the train station. Lame! Freezing rain ruins any good soul...
Jim already ruined his frame ball. *cry* A sector of it is missing....
But he loves that ball, he's actually sleeping with it between his front legs...
In other news, I'm writing my first comedy sketch....
It'll include Jim and my various discrimination situations....
I'll have to film and upload it so you could comment.
And... last note: Whitacre has a better tank... YAY! More room... He's happy as a hippo... er.. I mean, betta...
But bettas are usually emo...
P.S. LJ's spellcheck bitches that "emo" is not a word... HAHA - not in today's society bitches...

What The Fuck.....

I am so FUCKING tired of my sister....
I don't even trigger anything and she puts me down verbally!
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!
I'm so sick of "you're fat.." or "how can she go anywhere with her life looking like that?" or "did you see how much weight the guy playing the piano lost?"
How am I supposed to feel good about myself if everyone around me is saying negative things about my image?!
GOD DAMN IT! 
What was the point of going to church if I was going to feel like shit on the way home?! 
I hate my life and I hate it here....
Fuck them all... I'd rather live anywhere and fail than live home and fail... I don't have a family.