The world is indeed full of peril...
Whew. I am having surgery on April 21 so that I can make camp. I better have some mighty fine drugs or I am going to be cranky. Coach keeps yelling at me for kicking the ball around with my left foot or as I call it "froppin the L-bomb". It annoys me when he yells. Its like "bite me im still here arent i?". I did pretty bad on the American test. First time all year I have done so bad. Oh well stuff happens I guess. Crutches will add to the fun. As will an evil immoblizing brace of death and suffering (name changed). I think my mommy will drop me off across the street from central and I will give sam a handicap sticker and he will park in the spot and i will go back to hoover with him. That should be fun. Where the hell is the elevator?
I think people are taking my situation for granted and getting annoyed with talk of my knee. Well fuck off to all of them. Until you have been torn from one of the only things you are good at after training so hard for it, then and only then come and roll your eyes at me when I tell you when my surgery is or try to give you advice at soccer. Don't these people think that I would give ANYTHING to go back to that one second that has completely f'ed up my entire athletic future (as my athletics will end after high school)? I have decided to make a list of the soccer players who piss me off. When I come back next year they are my targets. They will eat the dirt and report to me of its taste and consistency. This for them saying "You wanna come out here and do this? If you know how to do it, then why don't yo ushow me?" I would if I could prick. I would if I could, go choke on a hotdog. To empathize think of what you love to do. Something you enjoy, that uses your energy (creative, mental, physical) and possibly vents your frustrations. This thing is your passion. Now decide you want to be good at it and work at it for a few months trying to meet a date where all your hard work will pay off. Now 5 days before the day where you are to prove yourself take it all away. Throw your work to hell. Fell the emptiness, the void. The constant gnawing of defeat and failure at your very core. Now see if you can seriously ask me to do it....ass. People suck.
My friend Eric brought over some dvd's for me including Princess Mononoke. If you haven't seen it the ok ignore. If you have you probably know just how cool that is. I have to go to my dad's hometown this weekend for some odd reason. I don't know why. I have nothing interesting to say to my aunts and uncles. It's not like I can help them do anything. It is nice to see them but good lord they all come down every weekend in succession. Sometimes I just want my days off.
I think people are taking my situation for granted and getting annoyed with talk of my knee. Well fuck off to all of them. Until you have been torn from one of the only things you are good at after training so hard for it, then and only then come and roll your eyes at me when I tell you when my surgery is or try to give you advice at soccer. Don't these people think that I would give ANYTHING to go back to that one second that has completely f'ed up my entire athletic future (as my athletics will end after high school)? I have decided to make a list of the soccer players who piss me off. When I come back next year they are my targets. They will eat the dirt and report to me of its taste and consistency. This for them saying "You wanna come out here and do this? If you know how to do it, then why don't yo ushow me?" I would if I could prick. I would if I could, go choke on a hotdog. To empathize think of what you love to do. Something you enjoy, that uses your energy (creative, mental, physical) and possibly vents your frustrations. This thing is your passion. Now decide you want to be good at it and work at it for a few months trying to meet a date where all your hard work will pay off. Now 5 days before the day where you are to prove yourself take it all away. Throw your work to hell. Fell the emptiness, the void. The constant gnawing of defeat and failure at your very core. Now see if you can seriously ask me to do it....ass. People suck.
My friend Eric brought over some dvd's for me including Princess Mononoke. If you haven't seen it the ok ignore. If you have you probably know just how cool that is. I have to go to my dad's hometown this weekend for some odd reason. I don't know why. I have nothing interesting to say to my aunts and uncles. It's not like I can help them do anything. It is nice to see them but good lord they all come down every weekend in succession. Sometimes I just want my days off.