"Ahh, the three minute mark. When retards make themselves known."

I've been far too busy to even consider updating, but rest assured, an update is needed and in demand (!).

To give a brief rundown of my life in its current state:

• I've been practically living with Stephen and Carissa as there's an issue with my license and my bad decision to wait until March to get a one-piece license. Oppsie.
• I'm back at work, still paying off the good old Toronto trip of last summer. Particularly proud of a hundred dollar dent I made yesterday.
• I'm back at school, learning the ins and outs of 6 classes this term: History of Science, History of Modern Europe, Coaching Basics, Social Psychology, Genetics in Psychology, and Coaching Soccer¹.
• I'm playing on six teams, and was invited on three (though one was a joke) teams today. The joke team was Ballistic, a team with a clear grudge against us, and particularly me.

I played twice today, scored a hattrick to end a goal drought that was due to passing far too much. The first was a ball coming to me in the box while I was relatively unmarked, so I picked the corner of one of the tiny OLV nets. The second was a tap in from close range, and the third was a hideous deflection. This was with Off in the Woods.

Earlier, I had gone a touch overboard in my instructing soccer class and slide tackled quite close to somebody who softly touched a ball into a net. Morals of the story:

1. Don't be a puss, just bloody well do it.
2. I didn't hurt him.
3. Ryan's a cool guy.

But really, coaching soccer, the course, is amazing. We've had presentations from some interesting people, create our own questions for the exam, and coach each other exercises every other day.

I've also got into reading about soccer, as well. I picked up this book from the library from the early eighties about coaching the whirl. Absolutely amazing, and what's better is that I can pick it up for fifteen cents. Of course, the material is a touch dated, but Christ, I'm on my second read through, and if that isn't the most amazing in the universe², I'd rather not try to fathom what is.

I've turned into a much more clinical passer lately, at the expense of having more goals. I'm really not sure what is better; I often see a few chances come and go for those that lack a finishing grace.

Though I do think I'm starting to develop a reputation playing against teams. So often, people will back off me and give me many, many seconds on the ball before I do something. In an unrelated but still interesting note, I think I'm turning into an ideal defender too. Strange.

Well, thoughts are turning into a jumble, so I ought to stop listening to prog rock and go to bed. I promise, I'll get more flamboyant with my writing again soon, I just needed a warm-up.

Coming soon; Jahan makes a return to the blog.

¹ - Ordered from moderately interesting to "bloody hell, I get to play footie for a class".
² - I am not much of a reader.