i actually did kind of good in soccer......
so i had goalie practice with jessica. two other girls from addie's team came as well. and the junior goalie who's going to take over jessica's spot next season. it was okay.
so then i had to leave early for scarborough (?) for my game. i got there ten minutes before the game and everyone was coming up and hugging me because if i hadn't shown up, jessica (my team) would have had to play. she hugged me hardest...... so then we play. they were u-13, and we still ******** up and lost..... stare i actually did really good, especially with the new angles advice i got earlier. but all they were doing was weaving around our team like they were statues. and none of them would catch on to it! psshh. some of them can be really stupid..... and only two or three people on our whole team were running at the balls.
but i also figured out why i've been doing so bad lately. it's the way i punt. ever since we started outside i've been rushing it, sprinting on the runnup and trying to kick it really hard. but in practice and stuff, i always seemed to do better when i didn't even take any steps at all. so i decided to take it slow instead, and most of my kick is back. i can get it to half again. i suppose if i try and kick it too hard, i connect to the ball on my shin all the time. so basically, if i slack off, i can get it farther....
that really helps with my lacking nature. rolleyes
so then we went to a burrito place. it was okay, though i've had better. da loves it, though. so i suppose i'll pretend to really like it to make him happy. i feel kind of bad that i haven't done that in a while. maybe i've made him feel sad.... so i will to humor him.
mum isn't here for mother's day. she's up at her mum's and dad's for some re-
oh yeah. alice's dad just died. they gave him two weeks like, three weeks ago. i think it was lung cancer. he should have stopped smoking ages ago..... and jenny's down there, too. probably to meet with angie and dom, alice's kids. they're okay, but a little too immature for me.
that's it. i'm going to relax for the rest of the short day. read, sleep. that stuff.
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