madden sucks

Apr 25, 2007 10:49

This weekend absolutely sucked. It was my sisters birthday weekend and she asked that i watch her dog for her. She made everything seem all fine and dandy and well, it wasnt. Friday night the dog barked the whole night. It was a pain in the ass because it was mine and Handys only chance to sleep. And correction, he didnt bark he whined. Paula told me to hold him on a leash so i did, and that is when he whined the most. So then i ended up by putting him in his crate in the other room and drowning him out with the TV.

Saturday it was beautiful outside which made perfect weather for the game. It was chilly to start, but comfortable once we got started. The only problem was that it was so dry it constantly felt like there was a lump in my throat. Lowell absolutely killed us, and they were wicked fast. I was only supposed to play half a game, but we lost so many girls to injury that i ended up by playing anyway. It wasnt nearly as bad as the game before. I hit that spot where you just get used to the pain this last time, at Dartmouth it was constant pain the whole time!

Sunday was sad. The first party was supposed to be wicked easy and instead we got stuck with a bunch of obnoxious parents and a girl with a bloody lip. We had to clean a whole bunch of things that we shouldnt have to do and it was just a bitch, as well as not getting paid cause someone fucked up. Beyond excited to get the fuck out of there we went to olive garden and picked up a massive salad and enjoyed it outside while having a picnic. I left the door open to the house to kind of air its dog smell out, but for some reason it shut, and then all of a sudden we heard a very large crash. Yeah, it was madden eating our blinds. He some how managed to escape from the other side of the crate, rip off the sides, and make it into the kitchen to eat anything that was worth money. I wanted to fucking kill him. Notice the fact that i said the other side of the crate. The night before we even left for the game, he ate through the first half of the crate. We were forced to put his crate up against a mattress to hold him in. Obviously it didnt work out in the end. At one point i went to take a shower and heard a big crash, i came out to find him eating a bowl full of M&M's. Handy got there fast enough that he didnt get sick. We almost had to take hi to the game with us... I am never fuckin watching that dog again...

So at this point we could not have him in the crate, in the kitchen or in our bed room, our last resort was outside. SOoooo we let him go free in the backyard. No more than 30 seconds later he had managed to make his way through the fence and attempted to escape. Handy managed to catch him in time and tie him with the leash to the fence. Well when Paula called she flipped a lid cause grey hounds cant be attatched to fences they will snap their necks. Well, with 20 minutes before my break is over i had no idea what else to do, i was fuckin pissed. Thankfully mom showed up in perfect timing and took him upstairs with her. Fuckin dog...

The last party was ok. The kids were good, and despite the fact that there was a bit of a language barrier, it went smoothly. Cake time was a bit of a hassle cause they bought a 7 inch tall cake making it impossible to cut small pieces which the parents didnt understand or accept, but whatever... Again, there was no tip in the end, although we did get some portuguese food to go which was amazing. Followed by a large extra extra extra extra cheese pizza from papa ginos. That wasnt free, i had buy it, but it was still good. YUM!

Monday was boring. I had classes and work. Everyone was in a bitchy mood at work and nothing was going right, so i left early because i couldnt handle it.

At night we took a trip to Attleboro to pick up Handys cell phone that her mom was holding hostage. Despite the fact that i had a HUGE test on reproduction the next day i didnt even open a book. lets just say i was distracted.

In the morning my exam wasnt even until 10:30... plenty of time to study, but did i? nooooo. Instead i made lunch for me and Handy and went back to sleep for an hour. I suck at life....

The test wasnt bad and i am happy i didnt study for it. I know myself and i would have only studied definitions anyway and of course the diagrams. I know the digrams from common knowledge and then the rest was random bits of information. I certainly dont think i did well, but i dont care!

I got a call from Anna bitching at me cause i could not make it until 3:00 and she needed me to come into work at 2:00. well, i have class and she knows that. It just so happens i got there early and i was thrown into a class whien i got there. The worst part was that everything she was doing was wrong. It was pathetic. I was getting so frustrated. She blew up in my face in front of the parents again. I of course got yelled at after, because i need to understand that Anna is under a lot of pressure. If she cant handle it... then quit!!

Practice was a bitch last night. The beggining was tough and i couldnt breath, but i knew it was coming towards me. I sadly could not even make the laps for the warm up at work for 6 year olds. regardless i made it. We did a whole bunch of drills that scared the hell out of me. Then, when we were all done and stretching down and John decided to make us do 6 consecutive rounds of suicides rather than have practice the next day. I thought i was going to fuckin kill him! I was dying and seeing spots. It was awful! I couldnt fucking run he last 10 yards.. i could i was just being lazy. I will never forgive myself for that.

Today i am doing a favor for lana and jensine and covering for two classes for them. In return they are covering some parties for Jen and I on the 6th. I am psyched, cause know we get to play in the alumni game. weeeee.

OK, wow an essay. I was bored. that actually took me the full hours between classes. I am pathetic. Ask handy i have had diarhea of the mouth lately. I cant help it i have been happy for like two days!!!!
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