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This is long. And I didn't even write about my journey to UTM with Tyana! We had a good time, but wandering in the South Building alone does mean certain death. I'm glad she was there with me. Just in case you're daft and haven't figured it out, I wrote this li'l paragraph after the rest of the entry...and just in case you're REALLY daft, daft pretty much means stupid.
I just remembered...I have a soccer game tomorrow! They've really squished them up this year. So I had one Friday, and I will one tomorrow as well as another game on Tuesday and a final match on Saturday. I may not play that many games, depending on how my team does - we're entering playoffs now. Dun dun dun. Also tomorrow I'm going to watch my coach play. Heh, he seems so needy. For two weeks now he's asked me and Mindy at every practice and every game if we'll be going. You see, his team is playing Mindy's brother's team. Henry acts like a little kid who needs validation. Even though he makes me incredibly frustrated at times, I still love the guy. To further prove my point about him being like a kid, I'll give you this example: while playing a fun game, someone kicked the ball and hit Mindy's dad square in the groinal area. Henry laughed for 5 minutes straight, and he guffawed so hard that he couldn't get up off the ground for the duration of that 5 minutes. The rest of us (including Mindy's dad) recovered much faster.
I don't remember if I wrote anything about my kiddies' last game...so I will again. If you already know this stuff, don't read it, poohead. They played terribly. The best advice I could give them under the circumstances was, "move" and "kick the ball." These instructions seemed to be much too difficult, because the girls failed to do either. Perhaps they heard me say, "forget that you're playing soccer and just talk to each other. Oh, and look really stupid while you're doing it." Due to their inability to do anything productive they lost 6-0. But who's counting. Still, I will miss them dearly - all of them. If I can get a team like that again, I will be ever so grateful. It used to be that at the end of a season parents would pool their resources and get the coach a gift. I've realized that it doesn't happen anymore, but I couldn't care less. I figure I already took so much from the girls and my experiences with them that getting anything else would be like robbery. Each girl and her parents gave me more than they can ever know. Oh, and Rui (the father who helped me for much of the season) miraculously agreed to coach with me next summer!! I love him and and I love his daughter. She is almost brilliantly funny and she makes her dad a hero. She respects and admires him so much. It's touching to see that amount of love in a child. He deserves it. Enough said.
In my soccer game Friday I got into something with a player on the other team. She pushed me way too much. So I nicely told her to keep her arms down. She retorted with, "Well if you moved your fat horse ass out of my way..." so I calmly and matter-of-factly told her that she could "shut the fuck up." She made my teammates mad too, and Heather took the liberty of crosschecking this gal for me. I was very appreciative. We "talked" a bit more throughout the game (this was the first time I ever had something like this happen), but at the end we shook hands nicely and said "good game"; both of us wearing big, friendly smiles as if we were best buddies. Weird. I liked her because she inspired me to work harder.
At Yuk Yuk's on Thursday night, I ordered a Mike's Hard Lemonade. The woman taking our orders simply asked us what we would *like* to drink - she didn't mention anything about our drinks of choice having to be legal. I enjoyed it, and my dad and I had a good laugh about my "rebellious" action when I shared my story with him. My mom simply asked, "Was that your first time? I bought my first drink at a much younger age. What took you so long?" Of course, she hadn't actually expected me to purchase alcohol before this outing, but she was trying to let me know that it was of little importance to her that I did. The comedians were funny, but not as good as last time. I loved the "impotent man" bit and the impression of a Nazi comedian. Also, I will make great use of the "man running for a bus" dance. It's a lot like the running man, but with one arm in the air waving wildly to the bus. The other arm is the one with the watch, which is checked often. The dance is enjoyable, but hard to describe without actions.
Tonight I was at Tyana's. I spent the evening/night with some good friends. And some bad ones. No, that's a lie. They're all terrible people. Especially Vicky. I somehow enjoyed myself despite the awful company. At the park I managed to get up on the monkey bars with little difficulty. So there I was, sitting at the top enjoying the view, feeling uncomfortable (what with the bars assaulting my behind)...and trying not to think about getting down. I am afraid of heights. Even little ones. My feet were maybe three feet from the ground during one attempt to get down, but I was too terrified to drop that wee bit. I can't believe I'm the same person who, as a kid, used to fall backward out of a tall tree. Of course, I would land in a pile of leaves, but the breath got knocked out of me every time. Tonight while atop those monkey bars I may as well have been perched on the apex of the Eiffel Tower. With patience and encouragement, my wonderful friends finally managed to coax me down. I hate them all.
I just remembered...I have a soccer game tomorrow! They've really squished them up this year. So I had one Friday, and I will one tomorrow as well as another game on Tuesday and a final match on Saturday. I may not play that many games, depending on how my team does - we're entering playoffs now. Dun dun dun. Also tomorrow I'm going to watch my coach play. Heh, he seems so needy. For two weeks now he's asked me and Mindy at every practice and every game if we'll be going. You see, his team is playing Mindy's brother's team. Henry acts like a little kid who needs validation. Even though he makes me incredibly frustrated at times, I still love the guy. To further prove my point about him being like a kid, I'll give you this example: while playing a fun game, someone kicked the ball and hit Mindy's dad square in the groinal area. Henry laughed for 5 minutes straight, and he guffawed so hard that he couldn't get up off the ground for the duration of that 5 minutes. The rest of us (including Mindy's dad) recovered much faster.
I don't remember if I wrote anything about my kiddies' last game...so I will again. If you already know this stuff, don't read it, poohead. They played terribly. The best advice I could give them under the circumstances was, "move" and "kick the ball." These instructions seemed to be much too difficult, because the girls failed to do either. Perhaps they heard me say, "forget that you're playing soccer and just talk to each other. Oh, and look really stupid while you're doing it." Due to their inability to do anything productive they lost 6-0. But who's counting. Still, I will miss them dearly - all of them. If I can get a team like that again, I will be ever so grateful. It used to be that at the end of a season parents would pool their resources and get the coach a gift. I've realized that it doesn't happen anymore, but I couldn't care less. I figure I already took so much from the girls and my experiences with them that getting anything else would be like robbery. Each girl and her parents gave me more than they can ever know. Oh, and Rui (the father who helped me for much of the season) miraculously agreed to coach with me next summer!! I love him and and I love his daughter. She is almost brilliantly funny and she makes her dad a hero. She respects and admires him so much. It's touching to see that amount of love in a child. He deserves it. Enough said.
In my soccer game Friday I got into something with a player on the other team. She pushed me way too much. So I nicely told her to keep her arms down. She retorted with, "Well if you moved your fat horse ass out of my way..." so I calmly and matter-of-factly told her that she could "shut the fuck up." She made my teammates mad too, and Heather took the liberty of crosschecking this gal for me. I was very appreciative. We "talked" a bit more throughout the game (this was the first time I ever had something like this happen), but at the end we shook hands nicely and said "good game"; both of us wearing big, friendly smiles as if we were best buddies. Weird. I liked her because she inspired me to work harder.
At Yuk Yuk's on Thursday night, I ordered a Mike's Hard Lemonade. The woman taking our orders simply asked us what we would *like* to drink - she didn't mention anything about our drinks of choice having to be legal. I enjoyed it, and my dad and I had a good laugh about my "rebellious" action when I shared my story with him. My mom simply asked, "Was that your first time? I bought my first drink at a much younger age. What took you so long?" Of course, she hadn't actually expected me to purchase alcohol before this outing, but she was trying to let me know that it was of little importance to her that I did. The comedians were funny, but not as good as last time. I loved the "impotent man" bit and the impression of a Nazi comedian. Also, I will make great use of the "man running for a bus" dance. It's a lot like the running man, but with one arm in the air waving wildly to the bus. The other arm is the one with the watch, which is checked often. The dance is enjoyable, but hard to describe without actions.
Tonight I was at Tyana's. I spent the evening/night with some good friends. And some bad ones. No, that's a lie. They're all terrible people. Especially Vicky. I somehow enjoyed myself despite the awful company. At the park I managed to get up on the monkey bars with little difficulty. So there I was, sitting at the top enjoying the view, feeling uncomfortable (what with the bars assaulting my behind)...and trying not to think about getting down. I am afraid of heights. Even little ones. My feet were maybe three feet from the ground during one attempt to get down, but I was too terrified to drop that wee bit. I can't believe I'm the same person who, as a kid, used to fall backward out of a tall tree. Of course, I would land in a pile of leaves, but the breath got knocked out of me every time. Tonight while atop those monkey bars I may as well have been perched on the apex of the Eiffel Tower. With patience and encouragement, my wonderful friends finally managed to coax me down. I hate them all.