we saw the western coast

I always thought it would be my heart breaking in two before anything else, instead it's wiping the sweat from my brow and shouting obscenities at myself. I spent a late Saturday afternoon nursing the ache which was running up from the tip of my right toe all the way up to my throwing arm. Ultimate Frisbee is one of the hardest games/sports I have participated in my life.

People talk about learning lessons the hard way and with a bunch of friends/ colleagues we showed we had the enthusiasm and the passion, sure we were missing a lot of major ingredients. But, the most important thing is we learnt, we changed our play, we started to ingrain into our minds how to play the damn game. And play it properly we did by the end of it all.

But for now I'm going to nurse my aching legs so I'm ready for footie on Tuesday.

Miss you all my beautiful eggs.

I knew my parents inside loved me loads, but they showed it by press ganging me into being their cheap slave for long summers working in the takeaway, but that was ending. We had unpacked everything from the car and I bid my father farewell and gave him a hug which was never something we felt comfortable doing, I was missing him scolding me already. Having settled into my routine of nothingness over the summer, the boredom setting in and all I wanted to do was learn something. I was still staring at my computer screen and changed my desktop background for the 50th time as if I mattered if I had a picture of a naked girl or a picture of a car. Corduroy came back an hour later with food and alcohol, but we still went out and got takeaway. He ordered a burger with chips and I ate my first kebab in the city. It tasted of honey and grease with the tang of chilli sauce on my lips. I wanted to throw up afterwards but we went back up and shared a bottle of whiskey I had brought with me from home. The halls were an awful place at night, it was too dark and I always had to light some candles only for the hall monitors to come flying up the stairs and give me good bollocking. The other people living in our block sat with us to share the drink, Corduroy opened his bottle of vodka for the girls that hated the taste of whiskey, I hated the taste of vodka, it reminded me of cheap nights out listening to indie music.

musik

• Kiss and Make Up- Funeral for a Friend
• 1045 Amsterdam Conversation- Funeral for a Friend
• Wake Up- Rage Against the Machine
• Prelude to War- BSG OST
• I Don't Want to Die (In The Hospital)- Conor Obrest
• NYC Gone Gone- Conor Obrest
• Heart Shaped Box- Nirvana
• The Most Beautiful Girl (In The Room)- Flight of the Conchords
• You Could Be Mine- Guns and Roses
• Rise Up With Fists- Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins
• Superman- Goldfinger
• All is Full of Love- Bjork
• Venus As A Boy- Bjork

videospiel

• Pro Evolution Soccer 2009- Seabass
• Valkyrie Chronicles Demo

vershieden

• impromptu frisbee tournos, where when marking I accidentally stare at the no.85 girls chest so she won't get away.
• catching Casey online and for her to say I should be with someone.
• Feeling something I haven't felt in such a long time and collapsing in bed
• losing badly but not feeling bad about it (losing isn't learning to be lost, it's knowing when you're lost)
• randoms catching me to join their footie nights
• seeing Monsiuer Scott for his 'surprise' birthday not organised by Françoise but not introducing his brother,
• Jose being President and thinking I accused him of being drunk,
• Gotz and Jose touching each other up in a really wrong way,
• watching Spurs lose to 'lowly' Stoke,
• and the fact that some people do read these words,
• Lily for organising this weekends exertions- Captain Fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!