So Sour

I don't know the exact reason as to why I'm in such a foul mood most of the time. Perhaps now I realize why Sara had become so quiet on the field for a while. She always has a demanding air around her, so that doesn't count. She was just so cold . . . like I kind of am now. At least on the field. In school I tend to be a little happier and under control.

It would be nice to know why I start my journals in Chemistry. It's not like there's been much in the day to talk about. However, because I don't get home until dinner time or later and then I have to do my homework, I don't exactly have time to type anything up at home. Also, because I'm writing things down first instead of typing them down, it takes me more time to get my point down. I mean, no one would be able to tell later, but anyone who tries this type of thing would understand. So while it's the early part of the day, I can write about my previous afternoon and continue through my day as I live through it. Makes it a tinny bit more accurate, maybe? Or maybe not, whatever.

A quick run-through of fourth and fifth hours: I wrote part of my essay in English class for English class and I critiqued people's hands in Art class. And . . . that's about it.

I had to borrow either my mom's or dad's ear buds so I could listen to music in English class because mine mysteriously . . . stopped . . . working. They worked fine all summer and then when I try using them at school--they die! Nothing appears wrong with them, I didn't do anything that could have brought this on, but they don't work. And they're not that cheap, either! I just bought them earlier this year!

Humph.

It's weird being called JV now. I was practicing with them (duh) and it was just so weird. We shot on Sara for a little, played one-one-one with her and then . . . we did nothing for a while.

So about fifteen minutes before Varsity finished with its game, JV went to the crappy area behind the field and tried to warm up. JV is kind of unorganized and the few people who know what they're doing (like me) are not really listened to. I miss Varsity's organization and . . . and . . . stuff. My closer friends know me . . . and stuff.

Then it was our turn on the field against Mercy while half of the Varsity left and the rest of it ate snacks. Coach put me as high left back, but once, I play low better than high; two, it'd be easier to be "defense leader" if I was low; three, Jessica kept falling back into the position whereas she should have been playing left mid. I was running and sprinting so much that I couldn't shout too very much. And I don't want to appear as if I'm a cock idiot who thinks she knows everything. Because I certainly don't.

I'm just afraid I'll lose some of what I learned on Varsity. Or I won't be able to correctly learn what I need to on JV. Or I'm just worrying too much.

In the end, I was on the field the whole time (only fifty minutes), during every break no one brought my water, and we won a rough game. Mostly kudos to Grace. Go goalie! We won only one to none, but Varsity kicked ass nine to one.

So after our game I got food from Wendy's and then went to take a shower. And then I did pretty much nothing for about twenty minutes, going on Facebook for a few to change my relationship status. So now I won't be on for a few months again. Then for an hour I worked on my Calc homework. Saying "screw it" to my German homework, I went to bed much, much later than I would have liked and later than I should have. I image you know how I felt when I woke up after what felt like only a short snooze.

Uhm, well, I don't really have anything more to talk about. Oh--maybe another short thing. And if I have time later, I'll write another journal. Finishing one off before ten is . . . fill in a word. I don't want to think of the "correct" one.

Okay, I know my birthday is still a month away, but I found myself thinking about it. And Kimber was too, and her birthday is a day after mine. *snicker* Kimby wants to do a corn maze, but me, I have a different idea. Mom said camping might be a possibility--which is what I want. If I could find a friend with a tent, then it'd be perfect. Wear a lot of warm stuff. Maybe Dana and Eric would let us use theirs for a night. Yeah.

*pause*

So what's the chance of an Indian summer the weekend before my birthday? 'Cause my birthday's on a Wednesday this year.

And now I be done for now. Not so much to write about yet, but I somehow manage to get a bit down. *shrug*

SONG OF THE DAY: Cecilla ~ Simon and Garfunkel