Emily's (Waterpolochick01) Blog of Blog-Worthy Shtuff

Hi! My name is Emily, and i'm a 17-year-old girl from Puyallup Washington. I've never actually had a blog before, but it seems pretty interesting, so I figured I would give it a whirl. Currently, I play water polo for my high school (I play Varsity goalie), and have done so for 3 years now- its my favorite sport ever. I have also done 2 years of swim team, but I hate the coach WAY too much to endure that crap for another season... she kinda calls people fat and slow and is REALLY mean.... dont like her much.. *hiss!*. ANYHOOT. Im a junior in my school, and I have a pretty good group of friends... consists of a lot of diverse people: the 4.0 student who only spends his time doing schoolwork and band practice; the almost- 4.0 student who tries REALLY hard to get it to a 4.0, and freaks out at the slight diversion of a grade... she also plays waterpolo with me and does swim team; lets see...i've got a friend who is a journalist who tries to "spread her wings" and be super controversial and diverse from everyone... but really she ends up conforming with the non-conformist... ya know what i mean? i've also got a best friend of mine who tries to do anything and everything - working at a 6-flags theme park, spanish club, relay for life, keeping her grades up, a special group of girls that helps out the community(called viking ladies), and band.... in fact all of us (so far mentioned) are in band. I play the flute (no nasty jokes please! lol), and I absolutely love the instrument, but I dislike greatly most of the people in the section.... too many egos... they choke me lol.


This year I had the chance to take AP US history... what a trip that was! I worked my ass off for that class... it was definitely the hardest class ive had yet, and I loved it. it just took up a lot of my time... felt it was worth mentioning. lol

I dont have a job or a license yet... REALLY pisses me off! the car keeps threatening to blow up, and now my mom says i cant get my license till after i take my SATs. What is the point of prolonging it? Im currently attempting to get a job at SUBWAY down near the school- but i never have time or a RIDE to get the application.... its all relative dammit. lol

Anyhoot... I live up in the boonies (haha)... everyone calls me a hick because we have 2 horses, a cat and 2 dogs, and i say hickish words like Yall and kind of talk funny sometimes.... i think its because i listen to country music.. you listen to that stuff a lot,and it starts affecting you.... lol!!!
Currently im in my second year of Spanish at my high school... Im thinking of going to college for a degree in Spanish Translation... i love the language, and figure i could work it. hehe.


Ummm, I guess I should talk about my family and stuff now, huh? When I was 13 my parents got a divorce because my dad was (is?) an alcoholic, and my mom supposedly "grew some balls and kicked his ass out to save her children". Whatever. So I live with my mom Rhonda, and my two brothers Eric who is 19, and Levi who is 22.... and all the animals.... but theyre all the same . lol My mom ALWAYS talks like a psychiatrist or a counselor.... " how do you FEEL about that? and why do you think you are like that? i think you should open up and just let is GO." MY opinion is that when she went to a class on psychology, she was brainwashed.... or by watching too much oprah and Dr. Phil. I have a lot of aggression towards my mom- dunno why. i think its because she knows how to push my buttons to piss me off and she does, ,to get what she wants. For example, If im trying to get internet privelages, she'll have me do an ass load of chores, etc. and then in the midst of it, she'll say something Aboslutely horriible or something that she knows pisses me off, then i flip out. so after i flip out, she'll say " no internet bitch!!" . Shabam- thats my life.


Anyhoot... lots to do... Thanks for reading my intro! have a good day, and comment if ya get a chance!
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Welcome to JU.

Nice to have you here Emily.

Jess