laughattack

Cokepop for the Smartnessment
2005-10-15 05:13:25 (UTC)

Soccer!!!

Well the good news about tonight is that even though I
didn't feel at all like playing soccer, I still did.
Obviously. My family has no idea that there's anything
wrong with me and that I was on the verge of tears all
night. So I played. It felt GREAT.

Silly thing is that my team (a tier 4 houseleague team) is
playing tier 2 teams. Silliness. I guess we played St.
Albert tonight. That's what my dad said anyways when I
described their jerseys and whatnot. They beat us 2-1. But
it was a good game. Marcella practically died getting
thrown into the boards only she kinda tripped on the other
player so well yeah. They didn't get carded and it turns
out she was ok even though we all thought she was a goner
for sure. Then at the end of the game Kailynn took a slide
trying to get the ball into the net to tie the game, and
yeah. It looked like she'd have intense rug burn, but it
turns out she messed up her ankle or something. She
couldn't even walk or stand up. Then after the game Carmen
was all ready to call an ambulance for her and whatnot but
she was like "No I'm not because last time they made me
pay for it." And even though Carmen promised it was
covered, she still wouldn't go. So when my mom came to get
me, Kailynn was in Carmen's car and I guess they were
getting ready to go to the hospital.

But I've gotta get off the computer before my dad has a
freak attack. Seriously. I've been on for two minutes.
Argh. So I guess I'll find out tomorrow night how Kailynn
is. And so yeah. Whoot. I don't wanna work tomorrow. But
my parents won't let me call in sick. Damn that. I just
wanna laze around and do NOTHING. And mope. And urgh. Just
THINK. And try to fucking get over Grant already. Damn
this. That's all I have to say. I almost wish I'd never
met him in the first place. How horrible of a thought is
that. He's like one of my best friends. But
honestly...FUCK.


That is all I have to say. Unfourtunately for me it was
Kailynn who ended up going to the hosiptal. I was hoping
I'd get boarded or something and split my head open and
maybe be unconcious for a week or so then lose all my
memory. Then I'd have nothing to remember and nothing to
be sad about and just plain nothing. And who knows. Maybe
after a good blow to the head I won't like Grant anymore.
How awesome would that be.

But my dad just yelled at me practically scaring the shit
outta me so I'm off. Whoopee.

Soccer tomorrow- I'm almost excited. Actually I am. That's
all I'm looking forward to pretty much.


And freaking Walmart does NOT have Jump For Charlie. I
went there after my game. They thought I was insane.




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