so yea, i was watching the us v guatemala world-cup qualifier last night, and boy, what a bunch of chippy diving-ass douche bags the central americans are. my goodness. you breathe on them and they go to the ground rolling around in some b-movie act of agony. what a shame really. unfortunately it is somewhat par for the course in the region and a real blight on the beautiful game. if that weren't enough, they throw a mean ass elbow to the head and feign complete innocence and shock when they are sent off! sad stuff guatemala. i feel your shame. and oh yea, what's with the stadium lights, it looked like the game was being played by frickin' candle light! the one-nil us win was a decent measure of justice i'd say.
to summarize, i can say in all honestly i have more respect for guatemalan drug lords than i do for their footballers.
no really, true fact.
her name is jillian clark, she has a blog, she is published, she is 16. and quite good.
today (jillian clark)
i want more people to move me and i want music to make me still i said a lot of poetic things last night that can't be replicated everything i write is at least 56% different than the original thought i want to sleep the phone is ringing my most used thought is "what do we call this phenomenon" butterflies are a species if zombies attacked my neighborhood alex would drive up in his green mini-van and we would go get you and i had this dream that we were totally ravaging each other we are a species of butterfly oh yea, and to your right (>>>>>>) you will notice... ME!ok, so a much more attractive animated semblance of me anyway. it's called a voki. check it out.
i saw it on jillian's site and she thinks we should all get one. they are kinda creepy. but hey, who's to argue with a 16 yr old future poet laureate. i will send new messages of love and loathing every few days via our new friend.
brickwallboyout.
