Jock Shock
I played soccer yesterday. I joined a team because one of the boys in the front apartment on my floor wanted to put together a club team for this indoor tournament that the IMA is hosting. The rules for creating a team include having at least two girls on the field at all times. So Colin is racing around the dorm trying to recruit anything that will pass as female to play for his team. I admitted to having played soccer in the past and now I am a proud member of the team I introduced previously as "The Butt Pirates." Except the IMA is making us change our names. I guess they don't like the word "butt." I suggested we go for "Ass Clowns" once more, but just like the first time around, no one liked that.
So I had to work yesterday (which is good because Kirsten = broke ass begging bitch), so after I got off I raced home and frantically destroyed the house looking for my old soccer gear which is in all likelihood totally outdated and very unstylish. I actually couldn't find my grass surface cleats--not that it matters since I found my indoor cleats and that's what I really needed, but it pissed me off because back in the day those shoes cost about $120. I couldn't find shinguards. But you have to have shinguards to play. So my mother sent me to Soccer West (my former employer--I actually sold shoes!) and I bought two pairs of shinguards--one for me and one for the girl who lives with Kerry across the hall because she's never played before and doesn't have any equipment. She was a ballerina--that's her sport. I also bought socks and a new sports bra. Then I got stuck in traffic and was late to the game. Our ref was a total beater/rapist/asshole. He was rude and talked shit to us so I got his name and reported him to the IMA. I'm still a huge bitch. I thought we were supposed to mature and progress in college . . .
Anyway, my team won. I played like shit. I used to be faster, I used to be a better shot, I used to be able to play soccer. I also have not completely recovered from my cold so I had a major athsma attack--or ten--and nearly died. But I got to knock over a bunch of the guys on the other team so it was just like "old times."
I have a chem test today and I'm going to fail which is a huge problem because I am a biochemistry major and I have to do so so so well in this class. I'm going to be in summer school for life! FUCK. Got to study. Later.
So I had to work yesterday (which is good because Kirsten = broke ass begging bitch), so after I got off I raced home and frantically destroyed the house looking for my old soccer gear which is in all likelihood totally outdated and very unstylish. I actually couldn't find my grass surface cleats--not that it matters since I found my indoor cleats and that's what I really needed, but it pissed me off because back in the day those shoes cost about $120. I couldn't find shinguards. But you have to have shinguards to play. So my mother sent me to Soccer West (my former employer--I actually sold shoes!) and I bought two pairs of shinguards--one for me and one for the girl who lives with Kerry across the hall because she's never played before and doesn't have any equipment. She was a ballerina--that's her sport. I also bought socks and a new sports bra. Then I got stuck in traffic and was late to the game. Our ref was a total beater/rapist/asshole. He was rude and talked shit to us so I got his name and reported him to the IMA. I'm still a huge bitch. I thought we were supposed to mature and progress in college . . .
Anyway, my team won. I played like shit. I used to be faster, I used to be a better shot, I used to be able to play soccer. I also have not completely recovered from my cold so I had a major athsma attack--or ten--and nearly died. But I got to knock over a bunch of the guys on the other team so it was just like "old times."
I have a chem test today and I'm going to fail which is a huge problem because I am a biochemistry major and I have to do so so so well in this class. I'm going to be in summer school for life! FUCK. Got to study. Later.