"frabjous \ FRAB-juhs \ adjective; 1. Wonderful, elegant, superb, or delicious."

I decided to try and find a word that described this past week, but I couldn't. So, instead I came across the new word of the day and it was frabjous. I definitely plan on adding that to my vocabulary...

This week was extremely repetitive. First block was irritating, Second block was jammed-pack math for 90 minutes, Third block was interesting, and Fourth Block was either really fun or really boring. I had about 6 different ideas on what to do tonight, but in the end I ended up here... sitting in the living room with my daddy listening to the Lugoff-Elgin game and watching South Point and Spartanburg play. One good thing about tonight is that I've been able to catch up with a bunch of people who I was close too last year, but are now in college. Like every other high school student- I can't wait to get out of high school and into college. If I can, i'm graduating early, no doubt about it. I don't even feel like I belong here anymore, and the sad part is... I'm only a sophomore. Well- I really don't feel like writing about all of that. So anyways- I've pretty much spent the afternoon catching up on "Jersey Shore," "If You Really Knew Me," and "My Generation," then I ate dinner with the family for the like the first time all week, and now i'm just texting Tripp while he's on the sideline and laying here consumed by football. Yaaaaay! This entry has been completely pointless, and I feel bad for the people who wasted their time reading this, :b

...at least my quotes are always good! i

You find out life's this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game - life or football - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow , too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fucking difference between winnin' and losin'! Between livin' and dyin'! I'll tell ya this: In any fight, it's the guy who's willin' to die who's gonna win that inch. And I know if I'm gonna have any life anymore, it's because I'm still willin' to fight and die for that inch. Because that's what livin' is! -Any Given Sunday