Dying from the thighs up...
Rove is on in the background and Arj Barker is on. He just said "riddled by" instead of "riddled with". God, that's annoying.
Spent the weekend at my dad's and had a pretty good time. Met the boy my oldest younger sister likes and I have to say he's interesting...I'd like to see him again when he's about seventeen because I'll bet you any money that he's gay. Any money at all. Anyway, they're both fourteen, it's a tough age and why shouldn't he experiment? I feel bad for him, though - even if he's not queer, he's a sensitive lad - he goes to the same Catholic school as my sister and his family is rather Catholic, so it must be tough.
We went to a park yesterday with mi padre and the sibs and Justin (he's the boy) and played on playground equipment. We threw a Vortex around for a while (I love those things!!). I might have been a tad overzealous with the Vortexing (not a word) and playing on the monkey bars doing hanging sit-ups with my brother, lol.
Played my first soccer game of the season and was in pain already from the park. We've got a few players who haven't a clue as to what they're doing, which is the way it goes and to be expected but I always find it irritating, lol. We played hard, gave it some guts, which is always fun, and we came away with a win 2-1. I think I played pretty well. Played right back, which is a favourite position of mine, and got in a few good kicks, so I'm satisfied.
I am seriously dying. From my stretched muscles from yesterday to my bad knee and the pain from not having been terribly active over the past few months. I'm dying.
I spent most of the afternoon coated in Deep Heat (I love that stuff, but you really have to wash your hands. Don't ask why), draped in a hot wheat pack and swaddled on the couch. Ugh. Not the ideal position to be in, lol. I have to stifle screams every time I sit or stand and everyone seems to think it's hilarious. Pricks.
I'm going to reapply that Deep Heat (makes me smell like an eighty year old...Or an athlete, as my mum says) and go to bed. Tomorrow is going to suck arse because the pain will be worse and I have my English Lit course tomorrow. I wouldn't usually mind, but it's such a long walk!!!!
Hearts xox.
Spent the weekend at my dad's and had a pretty good time. Met the boy my oldest younger sister likes and I have to say he's interesting...I'd like to see him again when he's about seventeen because I'll bet you any money that he's gay. Any money at all. Anyway, they're both fourteen, it's a tough age and why shouldn't he experiment? I feel bad for him, though - even if he's not queer, he's a sensitive lad - he goes to the same Catholic school as my sister and his family is rather Catholic, so it must be tough.
We went to a park yesterday with mi padre and the sibs and Justin (he's the boy) and played on playground equipment. We threw a Vortex around for a while (I love those things!!). I might have been a tad overzealous with the Vortexing (not a word) and playing on the monkey bars doing hanging sit-ups with my brother, lol.
Played my first soccer game of the season and was in pain already from the park. We've got a few players who haven't a clue as to what they're doing, which is the way it goes and to be expected but I always find it irritating, lol. We played hard, gave it some guts, which is always fun, and we came away with a win 2-1. I think I played pretty well. Played right back, which is a favourite position of mine, and got in a few good kicks, so I'm satisfied.
I am seriously dying. From my stretched muscles from yesterday to my bad knee and the pain from not having been terribly active over the past few months. I'm dying.
I spent most of the afternoon coated in Deep Heat (I love that stuff, but you really have to wash your hands. Don't ask why), draped in a hot wheat pack and swaddled on the couch. Ugh. Not the ideal position to be in, lol. I have to stifle screams every time I sit or stand and everyone seems to think it's hilarious. Pricks.
I'm going to reapply that Deep Heat (makes me smell like an eighty year old...Or an athlete, as my mum says) and go to bed. Tomorrow is going to suck arse because the pain will be worse and I have my English Lit course tomorrow. I wouldn't usually mind, but it's such a long walk!!!!
Hearts xox.