DOOM!!

Last night was the worste soccer game of my life. I have never lost my temper in a soccer game. Ever. I just haven't. I did.

BWAHAHA!! I spazed out on the ref and totally got to call a time out for my team. There are no time outs in soccer. But then, most captains don't scare refs very badly. Anyways. One of our girls screwed her knee about 15 min into the game and had to be hauled off to the hospital. So the coach went with her. We had no assistant coach and it took such a long time to get all the stuff done, that they called half time when she left. So, Carl and I were left in charge. And our team just kinda died.

We scored 2 goals...ON OURSELVES!! COME ON PEOPLE!! I can see one, you know, that just happens. BUT TWO GOALS IN THE SAME GAME!!

And we were just falling apart and both Carl and I were on the field and stuff like substitutions were not getting done and people were subbing themselves into very odd possitions and it was AWEFUL!! So, I like, freaked out on the ref and almost demanded a time out. We got one. During which I yelled at the team that were falling into peices and needed to pull ourselves together because we were playing like crap. They were mad at me for saying such a thing, and we went back out onto the field. We didn't get scored on anymore after that though. The score was 0-5, if you count out self goals. So I'm telling people it was 2-3. Bwahaha...tech, in was.

So. After the game, we're all trying to figure out how we're going to get home and get Tristin and coach home and bla bla bla, so Amber and I are just kicking the soccer ball back and forth on the field. One of her passes goes long and I had to turn and get it, and waht do I see? One of the other teasm players laying on the ground, pretending his knee was hurt and yelling "Someone just kill me! Kill me! I can't take it! Omg!! Waaahaaahaaahaa!!" And just going on and on.

Complete and utter fury took over me. I was already mad about the game, stressed about the play (which excess stress turns me into a witch) and I was realy really worried about Tristin. I was at the point of tears. Really. I was angry beyond reason. Amber came up and was like "I hope they're not making fun of Tristin."

"They are."

And I just stood there, staring at them. One of the guys saw me giving them the glare of utter death and they stopped. I still wanted to do something.

Sort of off subject, I read a research paper about how girls tend to stop wanting to hurt people physicaly as they get older. That is a lie. I didn't want to hurt him mentaly or make people hate him. I wanted to put him in pain.

Anyways. I had a soccer ball at my feet and I was looking at it and then looking at him and Amber was like "Don't do it, Shell."

"You think I could make a goal from here?"

"You could try...and then accidental hit him."

"I will."

But I stood there a while longer and he started to walk away and he said something, I don't even remember what it was, but he was laughing about Tristin again and I just snapped. I bombed the ball at him. Hard.

And missed.

I was so mad. I was seriously tearing up. Amber was like "Shell, you just need to walk it off now."

So I spent the next 5 min counting in Korean.

Their team was just a horrible personalty all around though. There was like, one nice guy. The rest were jerks. Their goale came out of the goal and past half field. That is not illigal, but is considered extremely poor sportsmanship. Insanely poor sportsmanship. Carl refused to shake the guys hand after the game.

All in all, yesterday was a really really bad day.

Tristin is on crutches and I still have a paper to write that is due on Tuesday and today is the only day I have to work on it. I missed play practice last night, but Justin and Sean came over and talked to me for while (while I was trying to research my paper. Which is what I'm supposed to be doing right now...woops.) and said that the play sucks pretty much beyond reason. We open next Friday. We have Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to fix it all. I'm going to the college musical on Thursday night because I refuse to miss it. I'm sorry people, BUT I HAVE MY PART DONE!! There are a couple scenes where I need to work on my lines a little bit, but thats it. There are ADULTS (I am in college and highschool, play soccer and have two jobs) who don't have their lines memorized, and they have like, 30!! I don't mean to sound all self-rightiouse, but come on! Don't tell me you don't have any time. I don't have time to even come to play practice, but I'm still there, with lines memorizes and dances down and 9 solos, as well as chorus in the rest of them. If you can't do it, get out.

Ok. See what I mean. Stress turns me into a horrible person. And stress on top of no sleep...JUST GO AWAY!!

Later
-Shell