ahhh. yesterday was fun. went to shelby's. weird questions. then sick *coughvalcough* jokes. she got beat up by hollow eggs.. then shelby pulled out real eggs. randi, val and i ran outside, so shelby went to the second floor, stepped on to her roof and NAILED val. it was awesome. heart
then she ran outside with more eggs.. i don't really know what happened to thsoe, but i think val squished one in randi's hand...... then it somehow turned out into a snowball and egg fight..... then randi was throwing everyone into snow banks...... ha. then we went inside, changed into our pj's at three in the afternoon, and cleaned up the house.....
ahh. movie. weird shows. kitties. sleep. cell phone alram clock at freaking FIVE in the morning which shelby forgot about...... i got pissed at it.... so i shut it off.....
wow. then we woke up at seven. SEVEN. i never wake up at seven when i don't have school. ten's the earliest. two being latest. ugh. seven.
then pizza. kinda yummy. then i left.... soccer. 3-2. yes. i was okay. but the other team kept beating the s**t out of me. one time: the old odessey girl. i ran out for the ball. she was going too fast to stop and rammed into my legs as i tried to slide the ball from under her. kinda hurt. but i was fine. i slid in a whole 360 degrees though, and all the parents were gasping, thinking i had bent my knees the wrong way or soemthing. it was that time or another that they got a goal. and everyone kept asking if i was okay. sheesh. yeah, if i'm not puking up blood or have a limb on the wrong way, i'm not getting out of the freaking goal.
then the next time was foul play. i mean, the other was okay, cuz i knew she couldn't stop. but this other girl: she came with the ball one-on-one. kicked it too far in front of her, and i dived for it. i grabbed it and pulled it to my chest, but she wound up anyway and nailed me in the shin. and she was like, five feet away from me before she wound up. b***h. that hurt like hell. damn b***h. haha. didn't get a ******** goal now, did you? no. cuz i ******** rock, b***h.
................yeah.
so after that one of my players tried to kick the ball out, but it spun off her foot, swerved around me and into the goal. i tried to pretend it didn't happen. i mean, we won, and she felt so bad. i didn't want to make it worse. i still felt kinda bad, though........
that's it, i guess. but except for another soccer game next saturday, there's gonna be nothing for me to do.......... oh, i'm bored.
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