I blend in the backgroud. when I arive for lunch my friends are surprised i'm not already there.

I blame my dad for my sweet tooth. His motto was 'Life is short; eat dessert first.' How can I argue with that?

I've learned that the universe doesn't care what our motives are, only our actions. So we should do things that will bring about good, even if there is an element of selfishness involved. Like the kids at my school might join the Key Club or Future Buisness Leaders of America, because it's a social thing and looks good on their record, not because they really want to volunteer at the nursing home. But the people at the nursing home still benefit from it, so it's better that the kids do it than not do it. And if they never did it, then they wouldn't find out that they actually liked it.

My sweat smells like peanut-butter.

When people see you're happy doing what you're doing, it sort of takes the power away from them to tease you about it.

My arms flew up of thier own accord knoking my bag down. I grabbed hold of the desk to keep myself from falling down.

The sidelines may be safer but life is played on the field