Lubbock, TX, haha.

Nowhere, I'm telling you! Heh, just kidding, but I'm not too impressed of it. of Texas Tech University, just because it didn't really appeal to me, but other than that, the trip was very entertaining and bonding. I'm actually really sad that it's...well, over now. The calculator competitions and Wednesday meetings. = / plus, there are 3 seniors from our team that are graduating.

Ahh! We ran into all kinds of trouble on our flight there and when we arrived and even at the hotel!! but the mistakes were what made this trip so fun and enjoyable.
One guy, named Mohammed, on our math team just ran into all sorts of trouble on the very first day, hehe. First of all, he arrived to our school at the wrong place (in front of the library instead of behind it) and ended up being late, without his math t-shirt on! *shakes head, shame shame on him. and my teacher joked that he couldn't compete w/out it. = P
Afterwards, we did all that stuff you do before you get on the flight, you know? Get your ticket, go through the security, yada-yada. While we stood in line, we made absolute sure that everyone was together and ready to go on when our flight was called. All excited and in a rush, we went onto the plane to find our seats, and guess who's not there when we're all seated?? Apparently, the smartest guy in our group but the least responsible! so our teacher had to go all the way back out of the plane, while bumping into parcels of people, all the way back to find out that Mohammed had lost his boarding pass! and boy, was the plane booked. Stuffed with people. The flight attendants even asked for people to change their flight to 2:55 PM, if possible!

Of course, we couldn't because we had a competition to get to, but we were in such a tight bind trying to save seats for the two guys, especially after the attendant said we couldn't save seats anymore! I was seriously getting worried that we all wouldn't be able to make it, but both our teacher and Mohammed made it literally just in time.
After we arrived in Lubbock, which took a super short time, Mohammed finds out that he misplaced his boarding pass in his backpack...>_> but karma got back at him. = P As we were waiting at our baggage claim, we all see this one, small, black bag that is tipped over with all sorts of stuff falling out of it! Hehe.
"Ooh, that really sucks for the person whose bag that is. Whose is it?"
*pause* Teacher replies with a smirk, "That's Mohammed's."
and we all crack up. and we don't stop laughing when he's walking around the baggage claim trying to retrieve his shampoo and toiletries. and the funniest thing about Mohammed is that he's pretty much always smiling! Even after something like that! Haha, how cool.

So yea, that was like the highlight of the trip. = P Haah, well, not really, but I could go on and on about this two-day vacation of us nerdy kids...butttt I'm done here. = ) Thanks for reading! (I don't say this often.)



-tammy = )
Hook 'em Horns!

Eww, gossip. Let me tell you this, I've never disliked gossip as much as when I did yesterday. >_> ugh, I really don't want to talk/hear bad about other people, anymore!

Three posts in a week??

yea, I'm that bored. Well, I'm also procrastinating, but I'm really working on that! I've actually tried splitting up my work between days, and it's worked. = )
So what did I come on here for?...I just feel like writing. about anything. pure randomness,  you know? I'm not usually that kind of person to be random, but there's just so much on my mind.
I wish I could go into great, meaningful detail when I write. In English right now, we're reading Ethan Frome, this literature book based on a true story, I think. but if you ever read it, you'll find out how profound the writing is, and how the author adds so much to the text, and maybe sometimes too much to where you can't understand it at all, but it's amazing! and I admire it so much! I love literature because of that kind of writing. When authors just put words together that fit together to create a mood, or tone, or theme...an image. Yea, I have my times of putting together an actual good post, but it's not nearly as creative as when these authors write.

Achh, my neck hurts so badly. I can barely tilt my head to the left!...*makes sure I have my left and right directions right...yea, my left!

So something happened a couple of days ago that marks a pretty funny change in me and my view of my body. Well, I'll start off saying that lately, I've been remembering how my friend would often tell me that I should wear "short shorts" when I play tennis, so I thought, "Okay, why not just show them (including my other tennis buddies) how ridiculous of an idea that is by showing my ugly, two-colored legs tomorrow?" By the next day, I had already forgotten about the idea. I'm a busy girl! I can't keep thinking about my legs. but what I didn't plan on was forgetting my own shorts, so I had to borrow one from my friend, any friend, please. 'Cause guess what my friend wears? short shorts. The ones that scare me when I see that they're only about 1 foot in length! Acch!

Please, anybody have something...well, longer?!? Nope. No hope but to wear these green neon ones. As slow as ever, I slid them up my short legs carefully, as if the whole scene was put to slow-mo. Everyone watches the "miraculous" change happen. Oh gosh, what do I do now?
Haha, I let a couple of seconds pass before I reacted, but boy, did I feel violated. When you've worn shorts that come to your knees for almost a year, it doesn't come to your liking when you look down on your legs, and most of what you see is bare skin, exposed. I immediately sat down and tried to cover them with my skinny arms, haha, but of course, that didn't help, yet all of them pleaded, "Aww, you look so cute! Those shorts look good on you! You don't look bad at all! Just keep them on! You should tan out the top part of your legs! Get some short shorts of your own, woman!" and so on and so forth, without the woman part, lol. I just thought that was funny.

Anyways, I didn't know what to think. I was probably even blushing, but I wasn't paying attention to that, either.
but really, I'm a two-toned legged freak! haha, I don't mean to insult myself when I say freak, but really? I look cute? There's absolutely no way.
I went straight to the mirrors and saw how funny I looked, and after a while, it did amuse me a whole lot. I remembered that all you need is confidence in yourself. I mean, it really doesn't matter that you're two colors. Pretty much everyone in that locker room is two-colored (haha) because they're also tennis players! So...they understand. and they shouldn't care. they don't care because they already know me; I'm their friend, so why should wearing short shorts matter?

So it didn't matter once I accepted it. It was funny when I went outside to play, though, because none of the guys said anything. and now, I think I'm going to start wearing short shorts. Can you believe it? Haha, I'm sure some of my other friends wouldn't be able to. and that's my post of the day.



-tammy = )
Hook 'em Horns!

Oh yea, I have another bruised toenail! I'm not sure how to describe the reason why I feel proud everytime I have one, but it's just another part of me that makes me want to shout, "I am a tennis player!"