tonight's soccer game fall-count: 3

i'm improving!

UGH! it won't automatically re-size the images like it always does.

fucking need a new layout.

whatever. it's almost time for soccer and i'm still feeling that wine from earlier...

entonces bebemos muchas coronas!

happy soccer shoe day!

i went outside for my breakfast cigarette and was startled by some distant screams and cheers. i'm not sure if there's an event in my hood or if my elderly neighbors have their tv on practically-deaf-mode.

i do live near a church... has anyone heard if jesus came back again? he would be an early riser. i googled it and TIME magazine is suggesting jesus IS back and she's chinese... that shit wouldn't fly in texas.

whatever.

so my crotch is bleeding again. fucking great. at least it happened before soccer day.

i think my judgement is slipping. after the past couple weeks i guess i had figured that we could start sleeping together again. or ((gasp)) maybe that he even wanted to! i don't take rejection well.

i kind of just want to stay in bed looking pathetic all day. when did that become so socially unacceptable? skip class and meals and just lie around blogging all day?

((le sigh))

tomorrow i will buy soccer shoes.

((yes!!))

also, our jerseys are PINK! sweet.

i watched two online video soccer tutorials.

now i just have to become a pro by friday.

whatever.

i might pass out before the end of this cowboys game.

last night should have been sober night.

i hope i have time to make hotdogs for breakfast before i go to work... maybe i just won't shower...

i'm running hardcore again to get ready for soccer.

also, i'm on a soccer team... i was plannig on learning from my favorite italian, but i guess he has mono. ew. anyone that knows how to play soccer should come teach me, as i have no idea what i've gotten myself into.

quiero jugar futbol!

in other news, i gave this 50 year old australian dude a ride back to his hotel last night and was propositioned $200 to come upstairs. wow.

((no))

hotdogs!

nursing my alcoholism... er... baseball anxiety with a betwixt class beer... or two...

whatever.

6.30p can't come soon enough.

i'm fuming with pride in how my incredible structural functionalist paper turned out. and i printed it at kinko's on super-quality paper. ego-feeder5000.

also, i washed my car.

also, it's fucking beautiful outside, and my allergies are fucking my world. balls to that, sir.

also, somewhere on campus ((outside the library, i believe)) kindablack-kx is having a poetry slam... battle... thing... join mAx and homeboy and i and maybe piercer too... no... i'll not invite him... i'm playing THAT card...

because i totally thought kindablack-kx told me that it was 11am... turns out it's pm... or so mAx and i believe... i don't really know...

did i mention i'm retarded?

also, i feel like, and am pretty sure i've lost about all of my muscle mass and gained a million fatty-pounds and am half-dreading starting soccer next friday, but am five-fold excited about it... so that still puts me 4.5 up...



also, thank you for joining me at hooligan's, my daytime drinking bar... and sometimes at night too.

finally writing my paper on emile durkheim and the functionalist theories and every time i type "culture" i think "a culture is no better than its woods" and then i think of cute boys...

also, i joined a soccer team.