Day 10
It's day 10, but i feels like day a million. I got hurt in practice today, totally face planted into the dirt. But im ok just a few brusies and a slightly fat lip. Im a bit pissy today cuz my dad called about my accident a few days ago and he thinks he knows what caused it and stuff. He doesnt, but trying to explain that is like talking to a brick wall. lol. So now we're mad at each other. That wont last long though.
I was hanging out with my friend Luke last night and we were talking about dying. Dont no why, but he asked me if i was afraid of it. I told him i had to think about it and now that i have, i realize that im not. Well, not really. Im not afraid of it, im more afraid of not waking up one day to be with my friends and family, telling them how much i love them and how lucky i am to have them around. That's what im afraid of, of leaving them behind. Are you guys afraid of death? I find it intresting to know.
So anyway im in Starbucks waiting to have a meeting with someone i dont no and hes an hour late *Great first impression, Sir!* Im getting a bit irritated about it. I have like 7000 other things to do before i can claim my bed and the back of my eyelids. If this dude doest come in 5 mins im leaving. hahaha. People really if you're going be late meeting someone CALL THEM!!! Shit. But no ill be patient people get caught doing other things and run late understandable.
That's all i got for today. Nothing as usual. Yay! Cristina's life is in the grandma slow lane, party.