Wednesday, January 28, 2009

"I used to hate eight of my kids, now I hate three."

I'll make this snappy, because my life just seems to be in constant overdrive lately. The latest thing requiring overdrive is a Social Psychology test on Thursday for which I haven't even looked at the required material. I can't believe I'm getting into midterms already. Things are getting busier and busier, don't be surprised if you hear in the papers of me pulling my own head off with my bare hands.

The latest issue of getting paid to play involved two games, both losses. 2-1 with the Yellow Dogs (The team of political staff that I used to work with, formerly known as My Left Foot) and 6-3 with the Wife Beaters. The liberal views of the political staff have asked the league for my other team to change their name. Oddly enough, we don't have wives, and it was a girl who made/pushed the name.

Same old as far as the games go, regardless - I assisted a bunch, cleared one off the goal line, but not much else. I ran at people a lot more today, and had some skillful moves - I'm really working on getting my confidence up for the Futsal league. I also ended up getting hacked in the leg by one girl who I really think has got it in for me, and then I got a really bad one-timed ball to the face from a short distance off.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to do one of three things: Sleep, ponder my choice in career path, or study. Cheerio.

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