:: Sunday, October 12, 2003 ::

So uh yeah, I'll sum up the weekend. Bear with me. Friday night let me remember... haha god damn. I can't remember what I did friday. This could be a bad sign. Well whatever, friday happened. Megan went to a party so I was at home doing something. Saturday I played two soccer games, one at 2:30 and one at 5:30. We lost the first one 9-0? Something like that. After that game we went over to my Aunt's house and gave the twins their presents for their 4th birthday. Hooray for barbies and horsies for the barbies to ride on and dress up fuzzy pink stuff. So I went back to the soccer gig, and lost 5-2. Went home, h4x0red teh gibson and went to bed after spending way too much time online. Oh and today was great; I got to sleep in till 6:55 so I could be at a soccer game at 8:30 am! And we lost 2-0 and we should have won because the other team sucked! So then I went home and revved up the hot tub, only to exit an hour later when my Pink Floyd - Meddle album was done. Chemistry, then more soccer! We lost again! 7-1! gahahaha four losses in four games in two days! Hooray.

Oh except the game ran over and I got home at 6:05 instead of 5:30. And dad bothered me about getting a job, working on my eagle project, and then asked if i could show up at megan's late and I basically told him that since he was driving he could do whatever he wanted, but my opinion rested that I needed as much time as possible with megan, and that made him angry. Oh and when I called the reforee who made me cut off my fucking bracelet an asshole, dad got pretty upset cuz other parents were around. Seriously, I played the WHOLE FUCKING SEASON with it on, and one fucking ass old sideline whore of a ref told me to get off the field with it. And the head ref he had refforeed at least three other games of mine, including one EARLIER THAT FUCKING DAY! Those bitches. So now I don't have my bracelet megan gave me on. I didn't let myself get sad, in fact I got pissed and had a pretty aggressive attitude the rest of the game. So what was the aftermath of all of this?

I have a huge fucking bruise on my left shin, and a bruise on my left knee, and my feet are peeling off, and my groin muscles are inoperative, and everything feels tired as hell.

Then I took a shower and went to Megan's. And you know what? This has been an absolutely perfect weekend because of it. I needed that good cry. I need a lot from her; sometimes I feel guilty asking so much. Is it really that much? I don't know. I love her so much...

:: Floydthebarber 10/12/2003 09:41:00 PM [+] ::
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