I had my first two soccer games Saturday in Belgrade. Exciting? Basically. Intense? Hell yeah.
I drove up there Friday night, as my first game was at 10:00, and I had to be there at 9:00. There was no way I was going to wake up at 4:00 and drive! No, thank you. So while the rest of my team woke up that early, I woke up at 7:00. Bahah.
My first game was against Belgrade... That was the hardest team for Frenchtown... Hah. I sucked it up the first half of the game, but I did better the second half... I had some lovely rolls on the ground, but oh, I got up and sprinted after them. I love getting knocked down, rolling, and then getting up and sprinting. It is EPIC. Apparently I am fucking speedy. Which I am considering I caught up with the person who had the ball every single time, if they got past me.
We tied that game 2-2. Not at all fraking bad. Plus it was their second weekend of games, so I was "Suck on that!"
Second game was against Miles City I do believe. The entire team was really tired... We kinda sucked... Yeah. I did some pretty sweet rolls in that one too. Hah.
The referee was a friggin idiot!! I swear to God, there was like 10 hand balls (from both teams!!) and he didn't do shit! I was like "aaaaaaaaaaah". Then he got on my case about not staying behind the line when I was subbing someone. Billy (coach) was pissed... He yelled at the ref "So you're gonna call us on that, but you're not going to call hand balls!!". Ref got all bitchy... The other team's assistant coach was an idiot. The actual coach just sat on his chair, didn't yell a single word. The assistant coach was like cheering at the stupidest things... And she yelled "That's a corner kick! She can't take the ball outside of the box!" when Miranda (goalie) took the ball out of the goalie box... With her feet. This woman knew NOTHING. It was frustrating.
Then my assistant coach (Ryan) switched places with Billy because Bily was about to get kicked out of them... And Ryan yelled one thing, and he got red carded and had to leave. Bullshit? You betcha.
We tied that game as well... 0-0. Nice? Basically.
The ref went as far as talking to Billy after the game... Billy basically told him he just needs to ref U12 games before he does U16... Which is true. The ref tried to red card him after the game... Dumbass.
Before all that fun stuff, my dad, little demon sibling, and I stopped in Butte to have dinner with my older brother, Josh, and his girlfriend, Tiffany Friday night at Silverbow Pizza. It was like blast from the friggin past!! I hadn't been in that wonderous place since I was like 8! It was pretty fun. Their pizza was also tasty and cheap. Their breadsticks looked like they were the body of Jesus. It's sad we didn't order 'em.
I need to add a picture to this blog... Pictures are always fun... Hmm. OH I KNOW.
This will take a moment...
Hell yes that's me with my math test I got 100% on. I am very proud. Too bad it was an extremely simple test about graphing and solving functions. I don't know if you can tell, but there is a lovely rip in it, thanks to Cai. HO! And it is all wrinkly because the guys in band kept taking it and putting it in high places... And hiding it... They enjoy my anger and confusion. Hah.
Oh, and do you enjoy my sunburn on my cheeks? I guess you can't tell that much in the picture, oh, but they are there. On my neck, face, and top of my head. SHITTY! I know. They are from my soccer games. Couldn't find any sunscreen and had no time to get some. Oh well. I won't burn anymore though! Goddamn! Not since last summer! I had this shittest burns on my shoulders and back. Blisters. NEVER AGAIN DEAR LORD.
Oh, and that is a paperclip holding my braid, as we were supposed to wear them to symbolize that we're against like racism and that stuff. You know, 4/20. Hilter's birthday. Jews dead. Each paper clip is supposed to symbolize a Jew that died... Yeah. So I put it in my hair. Fun stuff. But yeah. I'm enjoyin' the paper clip. I might just do this on a regular basis. I will get me some colorful ones. Hellz yes.
I hope no one hears me singing "California" by Phantom Planet. I'd feel bad for them. I am purposely making it sound worse than it usually does when it comes out of my mouth. Tsk tsk tsk
You know what I hate?! I hate being called "babe" and "baby". I want to slaughter people that do. It's just... BLEH. I am not quite the biggest fan on pet names... The only ones I ever say are "love", "dahling" (just like that), and "dear *insert name*". But I will never just call someone "darling" or "dear". NO! Icky!
Perhaps I will find another picture and tell you about it. If that fails I will just find some random picture and make up a story about it... Alright... Looks like I am just finding a random picture to tell a story about... Hm. What to google... I will google "dance". That word sucks! I will do another... "Demented chickens" also sucks!!
Okay, screw that!
Uhmm...
BLOGS SUCK THE END
