Yay soccer
I'm exhausted and I must now write a sonnet in iambic pentameter, how exciting. Of course I play my worst the one time everyone watching is someone I know. After the game Dylan called me over and his words of condolence were "wow you guys had your asses handed to you on a silver platter... that's pathetic". Thank you ever so much, your care is greatly appreciated. I also get to hear it not only from brother Dyl, but Dana, Aly, Micah, and that whole crowd for the rest of my life (aka the next month while I still live up here). I became so frustrated with coach, I swear she wouldn't have been happy until I replicated myself a thousand times and was everywhere on the field at once. I know it's hard to fathom but I can't play forward and defense all at one time. Every time they scored it was immediately after I had gone all the way up the field like coached asked me to and was unable to make it back in time to save the ball from entering our net. Anyhow there is my little rant on my soccer game. It was wonderful though, my body is content for the most part. For the first time in much too long I received my exercise quota for the day.