Lack of communication sucks. Or, more accurately, the apparent feeling that my parents have that I never tell them anything even though I specifically told them that I had gotten a ride home from practice today and did not need one from them.
Too much communication sucks. The whole entirety of JV having practice with varsity on a rainy Tuesday (in which we have the back gym and can only really fit varsity in) was because of a few of our girls mouthing off to the coach. Way to go guys.
And now I have popped blood vessels in my right pointer fingertip and I'm mad.