*raises white flag*
Mar. 15th, 2008 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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there. see that face? that is my response to the end of this week.
truly, there is no other way for me to react at this point aside from simply...laughing. flabbergastingly. cause damn. goddamn. wth.
i may as well start from where i stopped off, seeing as it was thursday night where everything pretty much went topsy turvy upside down.
First off, that evening (and this was just before soccer) my mother calls me. she seems a bit down, so i'm like, ok, uncool, spill. thus she does.
You remember that guy who posted the sign out for her to ask her out? the really nice one that she's been dating for about a month now?
yah. him.
apparently he spent a great weekend with my mom, they talked on the phone monday with absolutely nothing wrong, everything hunky dory lovy dovy...then on tuesday, she called to talk to him and he ended it.
...
i'm sorry, what?
yah, so apparently he drank an entire glass of ASSHOLE that morning and left my poor mother completely in the dust, both confused and heartbroken without so much of an explanation. she was in tears on the phone, trying so hard not to be.
i.would.like.to.stab.him.
oh, and the best part? that day, that tuesday, was the anniversary of my dad's death. and the bastard KNEW IT. FUCKER. (*insert involuntary cursing and spiting here*) so much hatred for that coward right now, srsly. how dare he. ASSHAT. man the fuck up.
*sigh* needless to say, i went to the soccer game feeling a right bit irritated and pissy hoping that a bit of physical exertion would work it off.
*snort* sure.
continuing...
so soccer! fun! yay! activity! fun with friends/co-workers!
the game started at 10pm... aaaand i was out of it by 10:15.
i'm not kidding.
this is why.
How NOT to stop a soccer ball.
lookit all the colors.
nother angle
Ain't it pretty?!
what's funny is that the picture are kinda washed it out. it's so much more vibrant in person x.x
During the game, i somehow ended up being a front runner *forward* (bad enough as it is) and went for the ball the same time as one of the guys on the opposing team did. He got to it first, thus two feet in front of me the man wails into the thing where it unexpectedly goes UP and slams almost instantly into my face at full force. Thus knocking my glasses off, jerking my head back and sending me to my knees with blood running down my face.
ouch.
After a long and drawn out series of phone calls and sharing photos with medical family members that night, I ended up having to go see my uncle the next day and get five stitches. Cause that damn gash across my eyebrow wouldn't stop bleeding. oh, and if you can't tell, i'm not wearing any makeup in those pictures. it just looks that way, lol. thus i had to miss work, and poor molly had to drive me to hagerstown cause my depth perception was shit with one swollen eye.
oogh. i know it could've been worse. it could've been MUCH worse. but it still sux. i keep getting stared at like i'm a battered housewife and it acccchhheeees so damn bad. sleeping is an interesting exersize and waking up is even worse. yeeesh.
so lesse...
there's the bronchitis.
there's almost going batshit insane from building up too much tension about the whole thing with dad this week.
and now there's a large, ugly blackblueredpurple and mauve, painful splatter across my face.
all things come in threes. that's three bad. so rly, that's enough. I'm good, I'm done, no more plz. I got the picture @.@ kthnx.
on the plus side. i came out of this with far more damage than my glasses. they're perfectly fine and in one piece. I'm not sure how, but I'm not cursing it, considering the one small victory ^^;
but despite it all, i -still- have an overwhelming urge to send a fuck you bomb to my mom's ex.
lordy my face hurts.
thanks March. thanks bunches XP see you next year.
there. see that face? that is my response to the end of this week.
truly, there is no other way for me to react at this point aside from simply...laughing. flabbergastingly. cause damn. goddamn. wth.
i may as well start from where i stopped off, seeing as it was thursday night where everything pretty much went topsy turvy upside down.
First off, that evening (and this was just before soccer) my mother calls me. she seems a bit down, so i'm like, ok, uncool, spill. thus she does.
You remember that guy who posted the sign out for her to ask her out? the really nice one that she's been dating for about a month now?
yah. him.
apparently he spent a great weekend with my mom, they talked on the phone monday with absolutely nothing wrong, everything hunky dory lovy dovy...then on tuesday, she called to talk to him and he ended it.
...
i'm sorry, what?
yah, so apparently he drank an entire glass of ASSHOLE that morning and left my poor mother completely in the dust, both confused and heartbroken without so much of an explanation. she was in tears on the phone, trying so hard not to be.
i.would.like.to.stab.him.
oh, and the best part? that day, that tuesday, was the anniversary of my dad's death. and the bastard KNEW IT. FUCKER. (*insert involuntary cursing and spiting here*) so much hatred for that coward right now, srsly. how dare he. ASSHAT. man the fuck up.
*sigh* needless to say, i went to the soccer game feeling a right bit irritated and pissy hoping that a bit of physical exertion would work it off.
*snort* sure.
continuing...
so soccer! fun! yay! activity! fun with friends/co-workers!
the game started at 10pm... aaaand i was out of it by 10:15.
i'm not kidding.
this is why.
How NOT to stop a soccer ball.
lookit all the colors.
nother angle
Ain't it pretty?!
what's funny is that the picture are kinda washed it out. it's so much more vibrant in person x.x
During the game, i somehow ended up being a front runner *forward* (bad enough as it is) and went for the ball the same time as one of the guys on the opposing team did. He got to it first, thus two feet in front of me the man wails into the thing where it unexpectedly goes UP and slams almost instantly into my face at full force. Thus knocking my glasses off, jerking my head back and sending me to my knees with blood running down my face.
ouch.
After a long and drawn out series of phone calls and sharing photos with medical family members that night, I ended up having to go see my uncle the next day and get five stitches. Cause that damn gash across my eyebrow wouldn't stop bleeding. oh, and if you can't tell, i'm not wearing any makeup in those pictures. it just looks that way, lol. thus i had to miss work, and poor molly had to drive me to hagerstown cause my depth perception was shit with one swollen eye.
oogh. i know it could've been worse. it could've been MUCH worse. but it still sux. i keep getting stared at like i'm a battered housewife and it acccchhheeees so damn bad. sleeping is an interesting exersize and waking up is even worse. yeeesh.
so lesse...
there's the bronchitis.
there's almost going batshit insane from building up too much tension about the whole thing with dad this week.
and now there's a large, ugly blackblueredpurple and mauve, painful splatter across my face.
all things come in threes. that's three bad. so rly, that's enough. I'm good, I'm done, no more plz. I got the picture @.@ kthnx.
on the plus side. i came out of this with far more damage than my glasses. they're perfectly fine and in one piece. I'm not sure how, but I'm not cursing it, considering the one small victory ^^;
but despite it all, i -still- have an overwhelming urge to send a fuck you bomb to my mom's ex.
lordy my face hurts.
thanks March. thanks bunches XP see you next year.
