DECISIVELY LAME.

I DON'T LIKE BLOGGING, IT'S TOO TIME CONSUMING.

On Thursday, after cheering my teammates on extra loudly for over two hours because of our match against undefeated South City, it was finally my turn to play EXHIBITION doubles. The game got my heart beating, and at 14-0, I felt blood rushing down my nose out of nowhere, so I tilted my head back, lost the point, and ran out of the gym to the locker room. It took a while for the blood to stop, because my heart was still racing. The people passing by either thought I got in a fight, got bitch-slapped by a birdie, or am just too horny. Finally, upon returning to the gym, I found out that the sub for my game dragged our dominanting game from 14-0 to 21-8, I was minutes late from witnessing the final moments of the match-deciding game, and we ended up losing, 7-8. Only four people out of our team of 30 asked if I was okay. I told my mom after she picked me up, and for dinner I ate a big plate of steamed vegetables. FML.