Fashion Show
So I ditched class today because I'm not self-important and decided to attend Lindsey's fashion show at the ROC Center. OK, I'm lying. I didn't study for my Statistics test so I bailed. It was a minimum day so whatever.
I'm legs are cramping. I want them amputated. I think amputees only go through those operations so they have less limbs that cramp up. Sounds like reason to me. But let's not fast forward to the blistered feet with layers of skin peeling off of the bottom of my foot just yet.
So I picked up Brenda and we chilled at my house until 11:00 A.M. After she ate like six meals and I downloaded another 8 episodes of Naruto (Which, by the way, I'm missing my dual-layer data disc which is holding episodes 22-65 - so someone find it and return it to me) we decided it was time to split.
The show wasn't anything interesting. I only paid attention to walk-offs that showed Lindsey or Celena. One of the guy models looked like a 2nd rate Fred Flinstone. The other one had an acne condition so his cheeks weren't much different from Freddy Kruger.
Also scheduled for that day was our group-sponsored BBQ afterschool. When meant we had to head towards Silver Creek by 12:30. We didn't get there until 2:30 becuase Lindsey's bitch ass had to clean up after the show and then go to the mall to check in the clothes she borrowed for the show. No hard feelings, most definitely, but Bakersfield heat fucking bakes you in a car like mine. I don't even have air-conditioning and I can't turn off the damn heater.
I wasn't particularly in favor of the BBQ to being with. At first it started out as an "immediate" group thing. But soon people were posting bulletins on myspace saying everyone was invited. When I arrived there were two seperate groups. I'm not sure what either represented - but high school drama is fucking stupid. And not that it affected me or anything (since I couldn't even eat most of the food) but people began showing up, taking a plate, and leaving. Have we met!? Then fucking leave.
Eventually we all sorta branched off. Me and the girls laid out a blanket and umbrella, resorting to kodak moments. Then we headed to the swings. Eventually Greg called and said he was in town and we all know how I have to drop plans for my man, right? He was asking for a soccer brawl.
I'm out of shape. My body's first hint was heavy breathing. I'm the kid that kills everyone when it comes to stamina. I'm the Naruto of soccer. And just like Naruto I can't manipulate my stamina and use it effectively, so I waste all this energy doing wasteful moves, but since my stamina's bomb it really doesn't matter. I didn't tire easily, but it eventually got to me.
3 hours of soccer. After months of inactivity. You all know how Sasuke has to use his Sharingan Eyes before he uses the Chidori right? Since that shit is easy to counter because it's a head on attack, so he uses his Sharingan Eyes to predict his foes movements. Since the Sharingan consumes chakra to maintain, as does the Chidori, it's sorta a hard his to his Chakra flow. I'm not quite sure how this ties in with anything, but oh well. I got it! Ok, so when Orichamaru put the Cursed Seal on Sasuke's neck you know how he had to suppress his Chakra in order to not activate it? That's how I felt when I was running on the field. Everytime I took the ball and planned to kick it Orichamaru's cursed seal struck me - but in the form of cramps. At one point I was immobile and sitting on the field. It still hurts. But soccer's bomb. And I'm better than Greg.
On another note I just triggered the smoke alarms. My luck also brought my dad coming home just as the siren sounded. It's no big deal but he got upset anyways. I assured him it wasn't intentional. I figured I'd be finished editing pics for my livejournal before the vegetable oil was hot enough to cook tator tots. I think he wanted to lecture me, but Greg had just arrived so I chose to split.
Her "they aren't going to shoot us face"
The best picture was resized :(