Today was going pretty well. I was almost certain I aced my Euro exam, and I wasn't dreading an hour and a half of laughing and sucking at badminton with Shelby.
Except Holmes chose this very day to choose partners himself.
And I don't even have to say who I ended up with. burning_eyes
Being with Matt Harris wasn't that bad as I thought it was going to be (while everyone behind me sniggered). Both of us are obsessed with winning, so I was kind of happy that we won all the games (because Shelby and I never win, since we're too busy laughing and rolling across the gym). After getting him to quit spiking the birdie at people's heads (by my purposely missing it completely) we won honorably and I got him to calm down after we were leading by twenty points.
But he kept trying to find ways to get under my skin. b***h. >_>
Wellll maybe it wasn't terrible. I found out that if I concentrate, I can actually play badminton pretty well. Yay.
And my new neon orange sneakers are sweet and commmmffyyy.
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