Fretting over the CL game
Two days. Two days.
In two days, we will win the game versus Bayern Munich and move on to the next round. We must win it, we need to win it.
It's that, or bye-bye season.
*bangs head on wall*
I'm already dying over it. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach (unless that's because I've eaten too much chocolate)...
PLEASE GOD PLEASE NESTANGEL PLEASE FOOTIE GODS LET US WIN I'M NEAR DESPERATE WE HAVE TO WIN SOMETHING I CAN'T BEAR TO SEE US LOOSE THE POOR RAGAZZI, OH THE POOR RAGAZZI. *pauses to breathe* THOUSANDS, NAY MILLIONS OF FAN WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T MAKE IT PLEASE DON'T LET EVERYBODY DOWN WE CAN DO THIS WE'RE A GREAT SQUAD AND WE SHALL TRIUMPH!!!!
♥ FORZA ROSSONERI! ♥
I went icon-shopping for a while today, while my craptastic computer could still bear it, and switched some userpics around. Took off everything Bayern-related, even those...*sobs*... really, really, really pretty Roque ones. And the other really adorable Owen/Schweini/Poldi/Lahmi/old Micha ones.
Football shall make me superstitious.
I also put up a couple of new God ones. But oh, it was SO. DAMN. HARD to take off some of the old ones! I can't bear it, I just can't bear to be separated from so many of them... *clings to her Maldini graphics folder* I need more Paolo icons. Oh yesssss, mooooooorrreeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
There is no such thing as too many icons of His Holyness. *begins her hunt*
And I also want more Milan ones, too. Especially Rino, omm, I barely have a dozen Rino icons! :'(
The worst part is that the game will start while I'm still stuck in Economics class, staring mindlessly at CIBC the teacher, while the boys (and men) will be playing the game of the season. And then, I'll miss the rest of the game because I'll violin-ing for my teacher. Aaaaaaaahhh!!! *screams into pillows* Dammit, I *HAVE* to see this one life, or else, according to wifey, we shall loose.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
*sniffles*
Okay. We can do this. I shall fret during class, look up the halftime score when class is over, run to violin class, run home and joy of joys, we shall have won!
Yes, indeed.
Sounds like a plan.
*crosses fingers and toes and knots her Milan scarf solidly around her neck* I don't care if I choke.
Pleasepleasepleaseplease we have to win this. Dida, do NOT slip up and let in any goals, okay? OKAAAAAAYYYY?!!! *is in a let's-blame-Dida mood*
OH DAMMIT CARLITO. YOU BETTER PULL THIS OFF. Please. *whimpers*
Gratuitious picture of God for good luck:
Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss........
*Ahem* Yes, that outta do the trick.
Oh, most beloved Milan, you'll land me in an asylum one day. But don't worry, even crazy, I'll still love you. PER SEMPRE.
