Last we left off, I was going to pull an all-nighter Thursday night for an ill-prepared for exam Friday morning. After my blog post, I went to work, then for coffee with Keeley. I told her of my venture and she offered her house as a sanctuary, which I gladly agreed to. I stayed up all night reading a textbook for organizational psychology, then went and took the test. I did well enough. I went to the university bookstore and chatted up some friends, then fell asleep in the break room, waking up less than two hours later to one of our managers walking in, not noticing me on the makeshift couch. I scared her, accidentally. Then again, I frequently scare them by coming into the back room and speaking, so this doesn't surprise me.
After going for a shower in the athletic centre, I went back for another nap, this time on a pile of shirts in our storage room. I blent in quite well, apparently, and scared one of my coworkers. I think another walked in at one point and didn't see me whatsoever, either. I suppose I'm a master of stealth. After that nap, I found some pals and we ended up chilling and walking for a while, grabbing food in the process. I went back to work for the unavoidably lame Christmas party, and then left for Keeley's again, afterwards. Once there, I fell asleep for literally a minute, and all my tiredness had been quite literally erased. Unfortunately, my good friend Rob had a show he wanted to go see with me, but it had already been well underway, possibly over by the time my nap was finished. Sleep is an interesting thing. I'd study it, possibly.
I fell asleep at 5 the next morning, waking up at 3. Keeley, Alaina, and I hung out with Dan , Anah, and Matt until the ten o'clock game. We played a computer game called F.E.A.R., and after a rat (which I mercilessly blasted to pieces) defied physics and threw a garbage can at me, a crow decided to fly out from some boxes (I managed to pick it off mid-air), and a creepy little ghost girl decided to crawl at me inside a ventilation system, we called it quits. I fired several shotgun slugs in her ghastly direction throughout nervous laughter, then I decided to throw a grenade at her. Bad idea in a ventilation shaft.
The game was about as frustrating as they get. That being said, I kept my cool. We were fouled a lot, and the opposition played ridiculously defensive. I made more pass interceptions than I can remember in all of my games in recent memory, but we were just unable to beat them. They had a pile of lucky breaks, and most of our skill was rendered useless by bad luck (and one particularly bad touch by me). We had the ball in their half for 70-80% of the game, but somehow still lost 3-2. I suppose their lazyness in keeping one man back by their goalie proved an excellent device for stopping our predominantly counter-attacking play.
Sunday afternoon, I woke up once more at Keeley and Alaina's, going to practice at two for the White Eagles. Before I left, though, the Edwards' had a present for me, in the form of an absolutely stunning purple dressshirt and a couple pairs of cufflinks. Santa uses the same wrapping paper as them, who knew? I'll upload a picture of snazzyness soon, but I seem to be incredibly busy the next few days, as is the story of my life.
Practice was just a huge amount of scrimmaging, and the boys are really showing signs of brilliance, such as a through ball that met me right near the goal for an amazingly well-played tap in. Kudos to Oscar for that one, I hardly did anything for it. After practice, I went to a tiny party Colleen was holding with a few of her friends, and conducted an episode of Gingerbread Theatre to a four year old named Ethan. The topic of the theater was the recession we're in, and near the end of the play, Ethan asked "Are you done with him?" about the snowman (and lead character) that I had promised he could have beforehand. Unfortunately, young ones are not so keen on educational theater.
After going for a shower in the athletic centre, I went back for another nap, this time on a pile of shirts in our storage room. I blent in quite well, apparently, and scared one of my coworkers. I think another walked in at one point and didn't see me whatsoever, either. I suppose I'm a master of stealth. After that nap, I found some pals and we ended up chilling and walking for a while, grabbing food in the process. I went back to work for the unavoidably lame Christmas party, and then left for Keeley's again, afterwards. Once there, I fell asleep for literally a minute, and all my tiredness had been quite literally erased. Unfortunately, my good friend Rob had a show he wanted to go see with me, but it had already been well underway, possibly over by the time my nap was finished. Sleep is an interesting thing. I'd study it, possibly.
I fell asleep at 5 the next morning, waking up at 3. Keeley, Alaina, and I hung out with Dan , Anah, and Matt until the ten o'clock game. We played a computer game called F.E.A.R., and after a rat (which I mercilessly blasted to pieces) defied physics and threw a garbage can at me, a crow decided to fly out from some boxes (I managed to pick it off mid-air), and a creepy little ghost girl decided to crawl at me inside a ventilation system, we called it quits. I fired several shotgun slugs in her ghastly direction throughout nervous laughter, then I decided to throw a grenade at her. Bad idea in a ventilation shaft.
It's freaky, but not zombie scary. Why do I watch these things are 4:40 AM?
The game was about as frustrating as they get. That being said, I kept my cool. We were fouled a lot, and the opposition played ridiculously defensive. I made more pass interceptions than I can remember in all of my games in recent memory, but we were just unable to beat them. They had a pile of lucky breaks, and most of our skill was rendered useless by bad luck (and one particularly bad touch by me). We had the ball in their half for 70-80% of the game, but somehow still lost 3-2. I suppose their lazyness in keeping one man back by their goalie proved an excellent device for stopping our predominantly counter-attacking play.
Sunday afternoon, I woke up once more at Keeley and Alaina's, going to practice at two for the White Eagles. Before I left, though, the Edwards' had a present for me, in the form of an absolutely stunning purple dressshirt and a couple pairs of cufflinks. Santa uses the same wrapping paper as them, who knew? I'll upload a picture of snazzyness soon, but I seem to be incredibly busy the next few days, as is the story of my life.
Practice was just a huge amount of scrimmaging, and the boys are really showing signs of brilliance, such as a through ball that met me right near the goal for an amazingly well-played tap in. Kudos to Oscar for that one, I hardly did anything for it. After practice, I went to a tiny party Colleen was holding with a few of her friends, and conducted an episode of Gingerbread Theatre to a four year old named Ethan. The topic of the theater was the recession we're in, and near the end of the play, Ethan asked "Are you done with him?" about the snowman (and lead character) that I had promised he could have beforehand. Unfortunately, young ones are not so keen on educational theater.
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