yet another grumpy day
so this week has pretty much been the worst week ever. And its only monday.
Yesterday, I was playing ultimate frizbee with friends from New Song church and we were having a grand old time. It was freaking hot, espeically since we had decided to start playing around 1:30 pm, the hottest time of the day. We were playing, my team was losing, and I was on the defense, with the other team rushing the frizbee to the endzone. There was a huge floating pass, that i was running to deflect, while the guy on the other team; Chase, was running to catch. The frizbee passes over my head, and Chase jumps up to catch. At that same exact time, Justin (on my team) appears out of nowhere, jumps up and attempts to intercept the frizbee. In that process, Justin knocks the frizbee straight into my face and collides with Chase. I was on the ground bleeding from my lip, and not only did the frizbee collide with my face causing it to be cut and swollen, but it hit my lip which in turn was cut and bleeding because of my braces.
In all, I looked like I was punched in the face.
The whole incident was actually humurous, the fact that I was injured while playing ulimate frizbee made me feel 'extreme,' I felt as though I should drive home in an Xterra through the mud. The bad part was that I now have a swollen lip, and it hurts to smile--let alone eat.
On top of that, for my summer school history class, I have to read this 450+ pg book entitled 'The World Is Flat' by Friedman. No big deal, I could read like half of it and BS the rest. So today, my teacher was reading out the groups that people in the class were assigned to and at the same time reading out which chapters they would be presenting. I was thinking "Sweet! All I have to do is read the chapter that I have to present and all is good! I dont even have to read the entire stupid book!" Well, guess what. I was the ONLY person who wasnt assigned to a group. In fact, I am the designated 'Overseer'. What the krap is that??? So I went up to my teacher and asked him what the overseer has to do. He tells me that the overseer had better know the ENTIRE freaking book. WHAT THE FREAKING HECK!!! Just my stinking luck. Seriously. I have another 300+ pages to read by tomorrow, for a job that has no point! My teacher didnt even tell me what the overseer does! He was just like "the Overseer has to know the entire book. Thats all." Freaking A I am so pissed off.
On top of that Ive had a bad feeling for the past 2 days. Its one of those worrysome bad feeling s where youre thirsty but not hungry. In fact, food doesnt taste good. I dont know why I have such a bad feeling. I havent talked to Rey since yesterday morning, so maybe thats why. But I keep trying to rationalize that worry, but it just makes me more scared. The thing is, I dont know what I am so scared about. Its just this feeling, and I hope to God that it is only a feeling from not talking to him for so long. (its long for us). I want to call him, but i dont want to be annoying, and i honestly dont know where he is--i could call his work but dont want to interupt him, and i called his house a couple of times, but he hasnt called back. I dont know; i think i could just be me worrying. UGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH
Yesterday, I was playing ultimate frizbee with friends from New Song church and we were having a grand old time. It was freaking hot, espeically since we had decided to start playing around 1:30 pm, the hottest time of the day. We were playing, my team was losing, and I was on the defense, with the other team rushing the frizbee to the endzone. There was a huge floating pass, that i was running to deflect, while the guy on the other team; Chase, was running to catch. The frizbee passes over my head, and Chase jumps up to catch. At that same exact time, Justin (on my team) appears out of nowhere, jumps up and attempts to intercept the frizbee. In that process, Justin knocks the frizbee straight into my face and collides with Chase. I was on the ground bleeding from my lip, and not only did the frizbee collide with my face causing it to be cut and swollen, but it hit my lip which in turn was cut and bleeding because of my braces.
In all, I looked like I was punched in the face.
The whole incident was actually humurous, the fact that I was injured while playing ulimate frizbee made me feel 'extreme,' I felt as though I should drive home in an Xterra through the mud. The bad part was that I now have a swollen lip, and it hurts to smile--let alone eat.
On top of that, for my summer school history class, I have to read this 450+ pg book entitled 'The World Is Flat' by Friedman. No big deal, I could read like half of it and BS the rest. So today, my teacher was reading out the groups that people in the class were assigned to and at the same time reading out which chapters they would be presenting. I was thinking "Sweet! All I have to do is read the chapter that I have to present and all is good! I dont even have to read the entire stupid book!" Well, guess what. I was the ONLY person who wasnt assigned to a group. In fact, I am the designated 'Overseer'. What the krap is that??? So I went up to my teacher and asked him what the overseer has to do. He tells me that the overseer had better know the ENTIRE freaking book. WHAT THE FREAKING HECK!!! Just my stinking luck. Seriously. I have another 300+ pages to read by tomorrow, for a job that has no point! My teacher didnt even tell me what the overseer does! He was just like "the Overseer has to know the entire book. Thats all." Freaking A I am so pissed off.
On top of that Ive had a bad feeling for the past 2 days. Its one of those worrysome bad feeling s where youre thirsty but not hungry. In fact, food doesnt taste good. I dont know why I have such a bad feeling. I havent talked to Rey since yesterday morning, so maybe thats why. But I keep trying to rationalize that worry, but it just makes me more scared. The thing is, I dont know what I am so scared about. Its just this feeling, and I hope to God that it is only a feeling from not talking to him for so long. (its long for us). I want to call him, but i dont want to be annoying, and i honestly dont know where he is--i could call his work but dont want to interupt him, and i called his house a couple of times, but he hasnt called back. I dont know; i think i could just be me worrying. UGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH