Every time I think of you, I puke.
So California wasn't too bad.. It was the longest ride of my entire life to and back home.. Um, I got to sleep in a bed alone so I guess that was a plus. We lost our first game 2-1 to a team we definitely should have beaten but its hard when you have an own goal.. Second game was just horrible. We lost 5-0 and 3 of those goals came within the first 5 minutes of the game.. Me along with everyone else on the bench was like what the hell is going on.. I think everyone was too pumped up for that game? Second half we held our ground and only got 1 goal scored on against us. The third game was good- we won 1-0 against the team that tied the two other teams we lost to.. I'm not quite sure how that one worked out but hey- shit happens. We pulled it together and defense worked beautifully together.. Everyone shifted and it was nice. I think it is kind of tough for me going in goal second half especially when being down already cuz it kinda puts everything on my shoulders but hey, I love playing under pressure.. Out of a total 7 goals scored on my team only 2 were scored on me so I guess that is always nice.. In between the first two games I hung out at the hotel with a bunch of the girls.. Krista is pretty funny.. Christina has some really funny storys and so does Amanda.. Um, Friday night a bunch of us ordered pizza and it took FOREVER for it to get delivered! Grr.. But I'm home now and I'm kinda happy.. The ride home was a little better then the ride there for one simple fact- I slept almost the entire time.
Oh yah.. The worst thing possible- I LEFT MY SCHOOL BINDER WITH ALL MY HOMEWORK IN THE CALI HOTEL. I think I am the smartest person in the entire world.. Agh!! I'm screwed when I goto school tomorrow.. Oh well!!
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you'd probably just shred up--yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I'd rather let you see how
Much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fuckinf coke-head, I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fucking guts, you fucking slut I hope you die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad
It's not that I still love you, it's not because I want you back
It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag
What else can I do, I haven't got a clue
Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now, all I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke
One shot two shot three shots four shots. All I hear is gunshots. This is where the fun stops. Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, parties stop. Everybody hit the door, someone's lickin shots off.
"You do know that your minutes start at 9 California time right?"
"Uh, well that sucks! I talked to Angel for over a half hour at 8.."