Why am I back?

Bwahaha! If you push Enter after you enter the title, it publishes it immidiatly.

As I was saying a couple hours ago (before the boss came in), I have wanted a lead role like this since I was like, 8 yrs. old. And when I got it, I was cyked beyond reason. But now I'm dying. I hate the play, which gives me no incentive to memorize anything. I don't think it ever hit Broadway, and I'm sorry people, but a musical that never hit Broadyway in its life, probly isn't going to be any good. HOW HARD IS THIS TOO SEE??? AUGH!!!

Soccer practice was good today. We didn't really do anything at all. And my thigh still hurts insanely and Micah ghost fractured his left ankle, Jacob W. pulled a calf muscle, Allen got cleated while he was running and it screwed his calf, and Jacob C. pulled the living dickens out of his thigh. It's crazy stuff. But we all went out for Pizza (usual Wednesday night ritual) and saw our old trainer from Malaysia. He trained our soccer team during my Sophmore year and he rocked. But he happend to walk by the field the other day and we told him that we had a game so he wantched yesterdays game. And he came into the pizza place while we were there and we talked to him for a while, and he payed for 1/2 the pizza we ate. It was so sweet. The manager came over and said,

"So, what sports do you guys play?"

"Soccer."

"Well, this is from the gentleman who was talking to you a little bit ago. He payed 1/2 your ticket."

And he left a note telling us to call him with the score of the game tomorrow. I really miss our crazy trainer. He hardly ever made fun of us for being Americans. Except once...

Ok. So. THE drill.

1. You set the soccer ball in the middle of the field.
2. You create two lines of people about 20 yards down field of the ball, evenly spaced so that the ball in right in the middle of the lines, but 20 yards away.
3. Coach blows the whistle and the people at the front of the two lines, race as fast as they can to the ball. They get it, control it and shoot. It's a drill for agresiveness.

But...we couldn't do it. We kept running into each other. EVERYSINGLE TIME! I was the only one who didn't run into anyone, and that was because I couldn't run due to a knee injury. One kid broke his nose. It ws hysterical. It would have gone to the top of America's funniest HV. They would try to get out of eachothers way, and then go for the ball. So they would swerve wildly, and then go back for the ball and run into each other. Sometimes it was just one great big slam. I was laughing so hard I was bawling. Our trainer could hardly stand up. And he wouldn't tell us to stop either, because it was so freaking funny!

Anyways. I really have nothing to talk about here. Except that we have a game tomorrow and have never played this team before so I'm excited. And Amanda has her 18th B-Day tommorrow, but we're suprising her with birthday party-ness, and I have play practice that I need to be at. So I was telling the guys at pizza tonight that I could only be there for like, 20 min, and they all freaked out and were like "Come on, Shell. You have 2 weeks to get the play down. This is her 18th B-Day. You need to stay." And making me feel like this horrible friend and stuff. But I honestly don't think Amanda will freak out about it. There will be loads of people there, and when I tell her that it really is a big deal to me, I think she'll understand.

Allen was like "How long does it take you to change a tire?" And so there was talk of slashing my tires and bla bla bla. Whatever. They seriously don't know how badly the play is going. And that I am failing in my role. WHICH I REFUSE TO DO!!
Aight. I'm gonna go.
Later,
-Shell