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lørdag, november 15, 2003
awwww
NOF (night of fun) was fantastic. hell, even MOP (morning of pain) was ok. I love my team so much. too bad field hockey isn't year round. cause then i'd still be excercising. and chillin' with juniors.
playing was cool too. even though i had to leave early and didn't know many people (what? i knew like five people hey that's cool that's what we were expecting) in fact i was more nervous about not knowing anyone than i was about playing. which was a good thing. it was almost good it was such short notice, because I didn't really have time to freak out. well, i did. but i stifled it, motherfucker. I stifled it like....oh i don't know. like something badass.
but yeah. I only fucked up noticeably once or twice, and not even enough to get upset about. whatev. dish is fucking rad.
i was planning on doing that art club thang....and i showed up at Ben Scott's house and everything...and waited....with all those sophomores....but I just wanted dry toast and coffee. and they wanted thai noodles. and hell if i was going to do that today. it would have been really weird anyway. some other day, i promise. hah i looked like a fucking dumbass. oh well. like I said, it would have been weird.
plus I got my dry toast and coffee. and I'll be damned if it wasn't the best thing ever.
oh mah god what was I thinking....
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