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Lacrosse practice has officially started. We have a field. We have a coach. We have a fucking team, and I love it. Last year, if it was a little too hot, we'd all skip practice and got eat ice cream, today, I walk outside (with sore legs from yesterday's practice) and I realize that it is pouring rain (wasn't too hard to figure out with all that... rain... pouring from the sky...) so I called Jenni, because maybe it's not raining a few miles away, hell it's got to end somewhere.
"Yeah, there is still practice. No, I am not kidding."
I arrive at practice and I am soaked within seconds and freezing within minutes. We ran more than I've every ran in one practice. We did endurance training and sprinting. Two hours of practice. And we freakin' practiced. Oh, love.
In other news, physics, yeah. It sucks. Ralph and I have chosen not to understand, so we play connect four and make bad jokes. I miss last year's physics. Don't get me wrong, this year is fun too, but last year was Claudia and Ivan and Lyle and Seble and Andy and we used to randomly go in the hall and throw paper around and say whatever the hell we wanted in class and it was like our own little world, and everyone once in a while, we'd do a lab, like building a mousetrap car or riding on a hover craft, and it was the best days of my life. Now I sit and truly don't understand. I think it is slowly seeping in.
Im going to watch Top Chef and see if David calls me in 32 minutes because that would be an hour later, and he better be sleeping if my phone is not ringing.
Pooz.
"Yeah, there is still practice. No, I am not kidding."
I arrive at practice and I am soaked within seconds and freezing within minutes. We ran more than I've every ran in one practice. We did endurance training and sprinting. Two hours of practice. And we freakin' practiced. Oh, love.
In other news, physics, yeah. It sucks. Ralph and I have chosen not to understand, so we play connect four and make bad jokes. I miss last year's physics. Don't get me wrong, this year is fun too, but last year was Claudia and Ivan and Lyle and Seble and Andy and we used to randomly go in the hall and throw paper around and say whatever the hell we wanted in class and it was like our own little world, and everyone once in a while, we'd do a lab, like building a mousetrap car or riding on a hover craft, and it was the best days of my life. Now I sit and truly don't understand. I think it is slowly seeping in.
Im going to watch Top Chef and see if David calls me in 32 minutes because that would be an hour later, and he better be sleeping if my phone is not ringing.
Pooz.