Wow did this week go by quick. Cross Country ended for me...sniff. But yeah thats what happen.

Well this week went by pretty roughly. I am feared/hated by half of the guy's cross country team now. But I will go into detail later.

But yeah Monday-... OK, after watching Paranormal Activity I know that 3am is the Hour of Bad Spirits and well that morning I woke at like 3:11am... ay... I was scared badly... I just kept praying and everything and yeah...
well the day continued and at Cross Country Practice and well it was an easy day, just a simple 3-4miles and yeah. Well we cool down by running a mile which is 4 laps on the track, and well alot of people love to disrespect me, not knowing what I am capable of since they think I am a pushover. But yeah while doing the cooldown I decide to take off my shoes and socks and run the cooldown, my recovery pace is faster than most of them and well an idiot named Chris Muela decides it would funny to kick the bottoms of my feet while running and note, I was barefoot and he had shoes and so I jump forward and nailed him with a side kick and connected fully. We continued to runa dn it was our 4th lap, everyone was like "brandon there is 10 of us and one of you!" "what did brandon do to deserve that?" "brandon that was too harsh" "brandon you dont just kick people!" and etc etc etc... we finish our laps and start to stretch and everyone is like "where is chris?" and I look across the field where he is kneeled down and he limps over to the start. I made him cry that was SO awesome (disrespect the tiger and you get the claws) and yeah so he gave me the evil eye and everything and so yeah, that kick was like 4 out 10 to be honest. And yeah so the team was a bit fearful of me, and well I have quite alot of patience, so they better watch out.

*Also I had to dress up as Muerto... and wear a skull mask and sombrero and wear a black coat and scare my class, and I demand a fiesta for Dia de Los Muertos

Tuesday, well again I woke at 3am, well 3:41am to be exact, I awoke to me kicking something in my sleep and I had my head in the pillow, I was thinking "please God let it be 5am..." check the phone's clock... 3:41am... I started to pray like crazy cause i felt like I kicked something. Well 5:30am rolled around and I got ready to run to practice, I ran a mile to practice and then did 3-4 miles for a practice and ran home... i was tired...
Well after school came around, a good friend of mine is sick so I keep asking him if he was ok, and he wants to learn how to kickbox from me. Well Marty and Og chickened out on training again. Og thinks he will be able to throw farther if he gains fat weight instead of muscle weight. Tonto... but yeah he and Marty are so chicken, I mean come on, missing training. But yeah me and one of my best friends Chris de Leon, run the mile, and we time ourselves. Although I was still tired from earlier in the morning so I got a lousy 6:25, and well he claimed he was eating Pizza earlier and got a 7:45 mile time, and he felt sick so yeah... horrible. But yeah the day went on.

Wednesday rolled around, today is our last Cross Country meet, well for JV. and yeah(stinkin injury) well I went to TA for Sr. Rios and we had a Dia de Los Muertos Fiesta and yeah I tried to eat good food, and well I got a bunch of cookies and yeah i saved or stored them so i can snack on them after my Meet. The Fiesta was delicious. But yeah I had Chemistry, I swear its an easy class, just me having the flu on the 6th week dropped me a letter grade for everyclass. But yeah we left to our meet and it was our last one and so I had to give it my all. Our race was up girls and guys. We started soon and yeah after the first 800meters i let people pass me, and yeah, but by the time the first mile mark came up I didnt let anyone pass me for the entire race, people slowed down and I sped up, and so I kept passing people one-by-one, and yeah it was fun "all or nothing" and yeah so by the Last 100meters I sprinted my all, and I didnt realize I still had a bit of my sprinting ability within. And it was amazing. After that, we cooled down and everyone was having fun by taking pictures and doing other crazy things and well i didnt want to cooperate since i was still ticked of Monday and so this idiot named James Glenn, grabs me and picks me up and I try to break free and I heeled-kicked him in the shin, and he was in pain and fell over on top of me and i was on my side and people were like "dogpile!" and so i was being dogpiled and I was trying to break free since i was on my side so i uppercutted and elbowed others to break free, and yeah the dogpile ended, i swear I at least nailed 5 people. And I was confrontedby James "dont kick people!" "we are just having fun" he says i reply "well your fun is to dogpile and tackle, mine is to kick" and yeah. So they fear me and hate me now, except a few people. But yeah we head home and we get off the bus to hear. That our Varsity Football Quarterback, Andrew Jones was caught doing drugs or weed, or whatever and is suspended(what an idiot) and yeah he was in my 3rd period that day and well... i knew i smelled something nasty when he walked him. And yeah that cheered me up.

Thursday rolled around we have group projects in government, I dont really like any of the people in my class and why do i have to work in groups when the football players and cheerleaders want to team up with me and do nothing while i do the work, i hate group work in there. Math came along and Trigonometry is something fun to me, but this stuff is ridiculous. English came along and it was just a normal day.

Friday came, it was no big deal.

Saturday and Sunday were the same, well I had a friend come over, which made it fun, but homework is no fun

But anyways catch up with all of you later See ya for 11th week next week.