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Sunday, February 6, 2011

Really?

I thought what we had was beyond attention-seeking facebook status complaints, but apparently not. You know, it's what it is. I made a decision, and I have to take whatever follows that. But I just think it's a little like something I did when I was 15.

So I went to my brother's basketball game on his birthday (they crushed the other team), and whoever is the cardinal mascot, decided to mess with me and Jessamyn. At first he thought we were from the other school and I told him that my dad is the Middleton coach and my brother plays, and he proceeded to tell me that my dad is an awful coach and asks me about where I go to school. When I told him, he responded with an "Oh shit" and then said that I look like a high school freshman just to piss me off. I told him that he should probably walk away then, and he did and then told his buddy mascot about the sitauation, pointing directly at Jess and I.

I mean... REALLY? Why? What's the point? What's the gain? I don't get it.

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