Good lord, I am pathetic. After going out to dinner last night with Jeanette as a late birthday present (which ruled), I did some random crap around the house and went to sleep around twelve or so. And shh, don't tell anyone, but..I woke up at five. Freaking five!

THAT was a waste of a day. At least I don't have much homework this weekend.

The soccer tournament went alright..our first game was at eight, which sucked, and we won 4-0. However, Mike (the coach) has enough nerve to yell at us for not doing well enough. It was mostly along the lines of, "This team was horrible! We should have beat them 10-0, not 4-0! You guys weren't passing well, you missed shots that you shouldn't have, and you played down to their level!" Dana had the courage to raise her hand and say, "Uh, Mike..you need to focus on the good things we did. We won, remember?" I don't know what's gotten into him this year..last year he was awesome, and all the people on the frosh-soph team were thrilled to find out that he was moving up to coach JV. He's just being so mean though. Second game we won 4-3, barely..he yelled at us again second half, saying that when the second part of the team came in, everything went downhill. Now, how do you think that makes us (the second team, ie not the starters) feel? Honestly. I thought we were all one team. I mean, yes, of course there's going to be the starters and then the rest of the team, but he doesn't have to refer to us as two teams, especially when he says almost every practice that there is no set starting lineup, and it's all based on how you perform at practice. Jesus.

EDIT: Check out this little video I found. It made me laugh.

DEAR EVERYONE.

I HAVE NOT HAD MY BIRTHDAY YET! IT'S ON WEDNESDAY! DECEMBER THIRD! OKAY!

Heh.

So. Since my father is going to be in Georgia on the actual day of my birthday, we're celebrating it today. I had scrapple for breakfast, and you did not. But yeah. We're going to BJ's at five or something, which ought to be..interesting.

Okay I have nothing to write about. Wait, scratch that- nothing interesting to write about. Too bad, if you don't want to read absolutely nothing (that made sense) then, well, don't.

On Wednesday we had our first game against Alemany, which we won 6-0. I didn't play because I want my leg to get better, and besides..it's Alemany. They're pretty awful. I think that if we played them with seven people, we'd still win. We left school at like two, and I got home around eight, which was exciting. Wednesday was also Gabby's sixteenth birthday, so lucky her. I made her a fantastic CD that completely rules. At least, I think so. If anyone wants it or whatever, I'll burn you a copy.

I'm not very excited about my birthday anymore. Well, that's not completely true. I'm not excited about the day of my birthday. If it was on any other day BESIDES next Wednesday, it would be alright. But, whatever.

Man I am so relevant.


"The world I love, the tears I drop to be part of the wave; can't stop. Ever wonder if it's all for you? The world I love, the trains I hop to be part of the wave; can't stop. Come and tell me when it's time to..wait a minute, I'm passing out, win or lose..just like you. Far more shocking than anything I ever knew; how about you? Ten more reasons why I need somebody new, just like you. Far more shocking than anything I ever knew, right on cue."

Remember how about three weeks ago I said I had playoffs in Lancaster for my AYSO team? Well, in the second game of that day I did something to the back of my right leg..I think it's my hamstring, but it's up higher. I could hardly run in the third game, and sprinting hurt like hell. After that, since we lost two games and tied the last, I didn't have soccer until last Monday, when soccer tryouts (the second cut) for school started. We were warming up, just doing some running, and the coach said, "Okay, now on this one sprint there and jog back." I was halfway through the sprint when I felt this bolt of pain in my leg..and I thought, Oh crap. This is not good. I had completely forgotten that I had hurt my leg because I hadn't played for three weeks. I was worried about this because I thought it would have an effect on whether or not I would make the team, which team I would make, etc. Fortunately, I still made the JV team (hoo-ray for me), but I can't sprint at all. The most I can do without some sort of pain is walking and jogging. And our first game is next Wednesday. Basically, this is the worst timing possible. I mean, in my entire eleven years of playing soccer, I have never gotten hurt. No sprains, pulls, strains, or broken bones. It's just not fair that just as high school is starting, the year I make JV, my leg decides to go nuts. I don't know if I'll practice tomorrow, because I don't want to damage it more. I keep telling myself that it'll go away, that I can play on it, that I can sprint and run and reach and kick and everything..but I can't. It's just really frustrating, and it's making me nervous.

I hate being nervous, and I hate being frustrated. Those two things together = pissed off Nancy.

This also is quite annoying because one of the things I really have going for me is my speed. Not to be conceited, but I'm pretty dang fast..and this just kills it.

I'm thinking that I need to go picture hunting (like on google or something like that) to see if I can find..things. I know there's good stuff out there, but it doesn't want to be found.

There's a reason for this, I swear. But right now I just don't know.



"Everyone was talking about the minutes that you walked into the room, and how you made them listen to your bitching..and you're leaving me real soon. I don't wanna hear you miss me, miss me. I don't wanna hear you talk about it. I don't wanna hear you miss me, I don't, I don't wanna..you miss me now."

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