New Year

Happy New Year to those who celebrate this lovely holiday! Tomorrow I'm going to my first-ever service! Well, I went to one before, maybe three years ago or something, but it was just a normal Saturday night one. I can't wait! I had a phase where I was totally mortified with the idea of death and no sort of afterlife (and still kinda do...), so I feel that trying out different religions can help me find one that I like best. I'm half Jewish-half Christian, but I like the idea of polytheism because to me, it's not fair that one being gets to rule everything. I feel that is unfair. How did they decide this? Why were we not included? That's my personal opinion, hate on it if you want :\

Have a great four-day-weekend!!
-Unknown Athena

Volleyball is like the Fashion Industry: One Moment You're In, the Next You're OUT...

... All you volleyball players know it's true. Let's just say I had a bad day today... Actually I have time and you're my kind viewers, so I should explain myself. Okay, from the beginning. Here goes nothing:

*deep breath* So today we had an away game against this ghetto-y town where everyone thinks you're going to get raped or mugged (not really my opinion, but what-evs), and we all thought, hell we're gonna kick ass. Varsity lost real bad, which was depressing because I was super excited to see them win. We lost too, but not before me epically blanking out on my positions and ended up loosing like, four points and crying after being subbed out :\ I'm not the best player but I try hard, okay!! Then after a few of my teammates half-tried-half-didn't-give-a-damn cheered me up, and we lost. I think we could've won, but trust me, that team we pretty decent, and a hell-ova lot better then other teams we've played. I'm still upset, even with the New Year coming... Hopefully the New Year brings good fortune... *exhales*

-Unknown Athena

P.S. How do you guys deal with having bad playing days? I'd love the advice so I don't have another awk-o-taco episode :\

BUMP! SET! SPIKE! (NO, that was actually another SET)

On a serious note, I'm sorry I haven't posted in pretty much forever. Let's just say high school + volleyball + appointments + homework = recipe for no free time whatsoever. I currently don't like high school all too much. It's so... Boring. Nothing like in the movies with the mean girls and the drama and the ignorant teachers... It's so not what I expected!! But on a better note, both us (JV) and varsity volleyball won our homecoming games! They won 3/4 of the games they played (they play best 3 out of 5) and we won 2/2 (we usually play best 2 out of 3, but they wanted varsity to go so none of our spectators had to leave before varsity kicked arse). I also had to babysit a girl while doing all of this... Let's just say it was an interesting day. The football players watch our game (God knows why), and call out each hit we make. They failed most of the time, it was kinda funny, actually. And a lot of parents came and everyone cheered, and everyone except our opponents was super-happy... Spirit week is now over, and let the rest of the boring Freshman Year begin!

-Unknown Athena

P.S. Did anyone else win their homecoming games in their sports? Hope so! ;)
P.P.S. My doctor said I'm "doing well" so I can play volleyball for the rest of the season (given that I keep my weight up... Which will so happen)!!

I'm cold, so fall MUST be coming

Okay, so it is officially fall. To school, I wore jeans and a long sleeved shirt. Today, had to chase my dog (she frequently finds a way out... no clue why), in my pajamas, and fuzzy socks. I wanted to curl up in my bed again!! How are you guys facing the new coldness?

-Unknown Athena

9/11

Do any of you remember the day 9/11? Somehow I only remember bits and pieces. I remember that day quite well because that was going to be the day that I was to start preschool. I was dressed in a cute purple dress and little brown boot-things, and my brother... Well why would I remember that? Anyways, when we got to the preschool it was closed, so we went to the Bagel Store because we has afternoon preschool and it was around lunchtime. When we got home me and my brother were sad because we couldn't find Dora the Explorer and all the channels had the same stuff. Our mom made us do something else because she didn't want us to see all the things on the news. My dad was in California at the time (thank God), so he was very very safe. But that day he was supposed to take a flight back and all the airlines closed down and cancelled their flights because of the terrorist attack on the Twin Towers. So he pretty much was stuck in California for an extra week or so. Oh course me and my brother were crying because we missed him, but children have short attention spans so it wasn't too horrible. Yeah, that's my 9/11 story. I feel really bad though because I don't know if I knew anyone that died, but a lot of my friends lost their uncles and aunts and grandparents and such, so it's an awkward blessing to know no one I remember was killed. It sounds bad but if you have a 9/11 story, please share it. Sometimes it's better to share these things, you know?

-Unknown Athena

R.I.P. those who lost their lives on September 11th, 2001

P.S. Random Fact: the only reason those two guys crashed into the twin towers was because they thought God told them to do it. Seriously stop blaming God!!

Deep Breathes, Athena, Deep Breathes

I need to rant. Like. Now. So, you're kinda, sorta, going to be reading my rants that the world can now see... IN HD! Just kidding. Maybe not. Okay I'm totally lying. *Deep breath* My ranting starts now:

My house smells like $h!t, my dog smells like $h!t, I feel like $h!t, my mom made me eat like a bulimic, my mom's being a nag, my dog's an idiot, it's 11:30 at night, I'm cold, I'm tired, I'm eating even though I'm deathly full, I'm scared I won't make the volleyball team, I'm probably going to miss Fashion's Night Out, my brother's acting like a know-it-all, I'm tired, it's too loud, Zoe doesn't know how to use a bu-day (even though she's Portuguese), I don't even know how to spell bu-day, and Shana's Budew won't freaking evolve!

... There, I'm done. A freaking skunk made my dog go nuts and get infested with that gross skunk-y smell, my mom was yelling, my brother was doing nothing, and I had to give my stupid dog a bath at eleven o'clock at night. Last Saturday of Summer = Ruined.

Goodnight!
-Unknown Athena