Strange Sunday
Ok, so knowing full well that I have a freakin HUGE organic 2 exam tomorrow I still wake up today at like noon and roll around in bed for another hour after that conversing with whichever delicious heavenly creature it was that I spoke with this morning. Then a couple more people called, so yeah. Got out of bed and dressed for soccer at about 1. Watched random part of Van Helsing that was playing on the TV downstairs and at a sandwich. Geared up for playing soccer, and left for the field.
The game was crazy. We were playing a REALLY underdeveloped team of hispanic girls who spoke only spanish, and basically had no freakin clue what they were doing out there. I for once started out playing the field, at left forward. Oddly enough, the first time we get the ball inside their goal box I score a goal. It was really strange because I scored the goal, first one of my life b/c in high school all I ever played was defense...and this triumph of magnificent proportions is met with deadening silence. WTF! I just scored my first goal and no one is even freakin cheering! None of my team mates run over and congratulate me as I always do them! They tell me that they thought the goal was offsides and subsequently give a half hearted cheer when the ref blows the whistle to confirm not only the change of score, but to simultaneously signal the death of my ego. Talk about a pride bruiser. I never want to score another goal again!
So yeah, the game went on, I had an assist, then I was banished to defense to basically stand there and do cartwheels to pass the time. It was truly the most bizarre game ever. I was really happy to share it with those who came, thank you so much for your awesome support.
Ok, so we (Me, Jenna, Tolly (friend from the Tea Room) and Tolly's two kids) leave the field to go buy some kitten supplies because Jenna and Tolly have wonderfully taken in a tiny kitten that someone brought the the Tea Room. They named him Donnie Jet Darko...DJ for short. This has evolved further into DJ Shaggy, because the little thing has the freakin cutest baby cowlicks that make him look like he has a mowhawk. So we chilled at Tolly's for a spell, then I left because anxiety over my exam once again set in. I left and used the nickles and dimes that were in my dad's car to buy a spicy chicken sandwich from Macky D's. Those damn things burn my taste buds away with their spicyness, I hate it. I'm just too poor to get the regular chicken sandwich, hence too poor to prevent my own firey tastbud massacre.
I went home to extinguish my mouth and to take a shower before having to go back out to TAMUCC to retrieve my school stuff out of Syd's truck, and to chill with her and Ricky and watch the L word. Sydney and I have decided that there is no need to worry about this test, and one would think might raise my spirits a bit, if it werent for deciding that we really just didnt care at the same time. It's officially 2:39 AM, I took an adderall at like 8 and it never really seemed to take effect like it usually does. It made me really tired and achy, which is definitely NOT was is supposed to happen. Get home from Sydney's, armed with freshly prepared flashcards, but sporting a ridiculous backache. My mom encourages me to take one of the sleeping pills that I have left over from my car accident. First of all, I am pissed that I still had those and didn't know about it. Secondly, if I take it I wont get shit done tonite. Thirdly, I took it 20 minutes ago and nothing has happened.
I dont know how I am going to get through this next week and a half, its so flippin hard because summer wonderfulness is within arm's reach and the fact that my entire future is riding on what I get on these damned exams is creating this huge brick wall of unbearable negativity that I really just dont feel like dealing with at the moment. In the past I have somewhat gotten my ass in gear about finals but this time around I can't even muster studying something, anything...nothing.
The game was crazy. We were playing a REALLY underdeveloped team of hispanic girls who spoke only spanish, and basically had no freakin clue what they were doing out there. I for once started out playing the field, at left forward. Oddly enough, the first time we get the ball inside their goal box I score a goal. It was really strange because I scored the goal, first one of my life b/c in high school all I ever played was defense...and this triumph of magnificent proportions is met with deadening silence. WTF! I just scored my first goal and no one is even freakin cheering! None of my team mates run over and congratulate me as I always do them! They tell me that they thought the goal was offsides and subsequently give a half hearted cheer when the ref blows the whistle to confirm not only the change of score, but to simultaneously signal the death of my ego. Talk about a pride bruiser. I never want to score another goal again!
So yeah, the game went on, I had an assist, then I was banished to defense to basically stand there and do cartwheels to pass the time. It was truly the most bizarre game ever. I was really happy to share it with those who came, thank you so much for your awesome support.
Ok, so we (Me, Jenna, Tolly (friend from the Tea Room) and Tolly's two kids) leave the field to go buy some kitten supplies because Jenna and Tolly have wonderfully taken in a tiny kitten that someone brought the the Tea Room. They named him Donnie Jet Darko...DJ for short. This has evolved further into DJ Shaggy, because the little thing has the freakin cutest baby cowlicks that make him look like he has a mowhawk. So we chilled at Tolly's for a spell, then I left because anxiety over my exam once again set in. I left and used the nickles and dimes that were in my dad's car to buy a spicy chicken sandwich from Macky D's. Those damn things burn my taste buds away with their spicyness, I hate it. I'm just too poor to get the regular chicken sandwich, hence too poor to prevent my own firey tastbud massacre.
I went home to extinguish my mouth and to take a shower before having to go back out to TAMUCC to retrieve my school stuff out of Syd's truck, and to chill with her and Ricky and watch the L word. Sydney and I have decided that there is no need to worry about this test, and one would think might raise my spirits a bit, if it werent for deciding that we really just didnt care at the same time. It's officially 2:39 AM, I took an adderall at like 8 and it never really seemed to take effect like it usually does. It made me really tired and achy, which is definitely NOT was is supposed to happen. Get home from Sydney's, armed with freshly prepared flashcards, but sporting a ridiculous backache. My mom encourages me to take one of the sleeping pills that I have left over from my car accident. First of all, I am pissed that I still had those and didn't know about it. Secondly, if I take it I wont get shit done tonite. Thirdly, I took it 20 minutes ago and nothing has happened.
I dont know how I am going to get through this next week and a half, its so flippin hard because summer wonderfulness is within arm's reach and the fact that my entire future is riding on what I get on these damned exams is creating this huge brick wall of unbearable negativity that I really just dont feel like dealing with at the moment. In the past I have somewhat gotten my ass in gear about finals but this time around I can't even muster studying something, anything...nothing.