Soredom

I have been physically abused by soccer. I had my first practice in a month on thursday with a silver team. and if you want to know, i was on a bronze team before. I get invited to play with the on saturday in a round robin, which is  like a small tournament, but just scrimmages. In the first game i score twice, but also suffered a kick to the mouth, which landed me with a large cut in my mouth. In the second game i got the compliment of not giving away a stupid pass, which i guess was a compliment. we won that games also. In the last game, we lost, and i suffered a kick to the shin, and ankle, which both bruised. Hey, that's soccer, and that is why i love it. I get to beat up others without getting into serious trouble. I've always wanted to get into a fight, to see how it would feel, but this is as close as i am going to get. Because, you see, i am a nerd, as they call it. straight a's and a reputation. Tho i don't dress too nerdily, i still tend to be associated with the nerd, crowd, but don't fear, the higher of the nerd. My best friend, yeah she's mean, and i tell her that all the time. Not many people, well i won't say dislike her, but you know, are happy with her behavior. I only tolerate it by not tolerating it. I call her out on what she does wrong, and she tries to fix it. But i love her all the while. Now that i am well of topic, back to my soredom. again i haven't played in such a long time, soreness is sure to come. When i got home, it took me many attempts to lift myself off my bed once i had laid in it's comfortable grasp. It took almost an hour. Then i took like a forever shower and laid back down for another hour. I finally went downstairs to fall asleep on the coach for four hours, right through dinner. I finally ate at 9 because i had barely eaten anything at all all day, besides, apples and a 6 inch subway (thanx. alli for that). And when you run for 7 hours almost straight, you kind of need to replenish one's self. The next day, it's my grandma birthday, so i make her pancakes instead of going to church. I am then about to drag myself in the shower, halfway up the stair (and stairs by the way should be band from every soccer player's houses because they burn so much, it just hurt thinking about it. ) my dad tell me to go run and stretch. So knowing better than to argue with him, i get myself out of the house, and run. My house is in the hills, so it's half uphill. I run around my block twice, (it's long and huge), which is about one to two miles, and finally get to get into the shower and rest. Now you must see why i am so sore, and need rest to get out of my soredom. sideaffects suck, ( me and my friends made up something. we were at volleyball, and the other team apologized for sucking, and my best friend was like it's okay it build character. so anytime one of us says it build character or has character, it is code for it sucks, or is sucking. ) though i like them, because i feel like i worked out well, and played hard. 

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Peace out...

And watch american idol. tho i know gracenotgracie hates it, so i've heard.