I got twenty minutes of sleep. school's gonna be hella interesting.
Just so I don't forget here's a boring crappy list for myself:
-FAFSA and CSA
-Short story
-Tartuffe comparison + #33
-zzzzzzzzzzz.

Preceding every post with a song. Not very new, or original, or exciting, but I love to do it anyway. If only to keep track of them myself.

This song is making me miss the beach like hell. We should've gone more last summer.

The timing of it couldn't be more ironic, since we had our first "cold weather" day today (45 degrees Fahrenheit, so like...7 degrees Celsius?) and wow I was freezing my butt off. Someone please remind me again why I want to go to school up in Boston, because I'm so going to wither and die in the cold there.

SPEAKING OF, Collegeboard and school and just...ugh. I sent my SAT scores off WEEKS ago, but apparently there's no record of it? So not only do my schools not have them but I'm missing the free score reports that I used so just. Fuck Collegeboard. And FAFSA and CSS are due by December 1st for early action ughughughghgd;fjaslkfja sd. At least they have my ACT scores-- which I did REALLY WELL on, like top 95% of the nation well. So that's good.

Happy birthday Cee, for like the fourth time in three hours. Love ya, congrats on being universally legal now to all your American and European hotties.

Friday night I had a bit of a breakdown. It's embarrassing, looking back on it, mostly just caused by loneliness and exhaustion.

Saturday night I went out to Greensboro to visit my brother. UNCG's in the middle of the most epic Humans vs Zombies game I've ever seen-- something like 400 people are playing, I think? He kept getting calls from people asking for protection to walk to the Caf, or to go out hunting, and while we were eating dinner a couple humans got ambushed by zombies outside the restaurant, hahaha.

Oh and I got a new phone, after five years of the same model:



It's so much prettier (green!) than my old one. I'm still getting used to the keyboard.

As far as tonight goes, I gotta write an essay and catch up on Calc homework. Heart of Darkness is the shittiest book ever. It's the only novel for English that I've ever given up and SparkNoted, and that includes crap like The Scarlet Letter.

Gotta work on my Secret Santa thing too, because I've got more homework/performances/tutoring (seriously, bask in the irony of me teaching Spanish to anyone, ever) this week, and I'm not gonna have time ahhhhhh.

HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THIS ENOUGH YET? NO.  SHUT UP.

OH MY GOD WE'RE SINGING WITH THEM NEXT MONDAY WHAT THE FUCK TOTALLY NOT READY AHHHHHHHHHHH.

(BONUS FREAKOUT: DAMN IT ALL TO HELL IT'S GONNA BE 70 DEGREES I CAN'T WEAR MY LIVERPOOL SCARF WHEN WE MEET THEM.)

Um long story short a bowling ball pin just hit me in the head and I figure I can bank on the excuse that I now have a huge motherfucking headache so I can post all this rambling crap and still justify it to myself.

I talk a lot about my job but I don't think I've ever mentioned the specific youth club I work for ninety percent of the time: CASL, aka Capital Area Soccer (ha) League.  My brother and I both played here as kids-- him for longer and at a higher level than me, I always preferred basketball.  It's gone through some changes since then...



...Such as that they're now partnered with Chelsea.

See back in 2006 our U16 team beat their U16 team in Florida, which made them sit up and take notice.  Since then Chelsea's formed partnerships with a bunch of youth clubs across the US-- probably tapping into a generally untapped market, but it gives our clubs credibility and a nice shiny famous logo to use so there you go.



Tee hee.

I've got a lot of pride in these guys.  We don't really have a hometown club...the Railhawks didn't move in until about...three years ago, I think?  so they don't really feel like a home team, and all the other franchises before them have since dissolved.  I identify most with my youth club (and now my major employer) because they've been around my whole life.

Also this just makes me giddy.

In conclusion, this is my BS PR reason for liking Chelsea far more than I should.

Ideas for my senior quote?

ps my games today got rained out.  I lost $110.  Lovely.

OH SHIT MY SAT SCORES COME OUT TONIGHT.

End of the quarter sucks because there are seven classes piling a ton of shit on at the very last minute.  My sleeping schedule is all out of whack right now, and I don't really remember the last time I fell asleep in my bed, as opposed to passed out on the carpet in front of textbooks.  Or when I last showered, for that matter.  Or shit, what day it even is.  Is it Thursday?  No, it's Friday right?

...Just checked the computer clock.  It's Saturday now.

oh god I have the ACT in like seven hours.  What the hell my life.  And a ton (like, three or four) parties in the next week.  And I'm reffing a tournament next weekend where did my life go.

And since I've got nothing of better substance to offer, here's a "vintage" photo of me in disguise at Baltimore back in July:



I'm covering my face to protect my identity.  Plausible deniability and all that.  ;)

Okay look, as far as I'm concerned what may or may not have transpired earlier this afternoon in what could possibly have been a footie match firmly remains in the abstract.  I've got too much shit to do, a quarter to wrap up and Calc work and college applications to finish and no weekend for three weeks.  I don't have time for this bullcrap, Liverpool.

ps I might end up tutoring one of my friends.  In Spanish.  What the f-bomb f-bomb asterisk is the f-bombing irony.

Gentlemen,
As you are my mavens of soccer I look to you for your guidance on the following.  Over the weekend there was a bizarre play in the EPL match between Liverpool and Sunderland, perhaps you are aware of it?  You may view the play here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7Qu7FjxUQ8&annotation_id=annotation_980515&feature=iv

Essentially I wish to learn your opinion of the goal that was scored.  In my version of the ATR there are two paragraphs that seem to bear on this play.  The first is 1.7(d) and the other is 10.7.  My take on this play is that the goal should have been waved off and the restart would be a drop ball in the Penalty Area.  But as the Referee in this match allowed the goal I questioned my understanding of the LOTG, and as I could not find anything there to guide me I turned to the ATR. 

The closest I could come that seemed applicable to the exact circumstance was the following: "Interference by any outside agent other than a substitute illegally on the field will result in the referee declaring a stoppage of play, restarting with a dropped ball where the ball was when the play was stopped."

Well, that did not put my mind at ease.  As this is certainly a great teaching moment I turn to both of you for help.  Please share your thoughts?  Much thanks ...

--
Best regards,
Mark xxxx (AKA MY DAD AKA THE GUY WHO'S BEEN REFFING FOR 10+ YEARS.)


HAHHAHA I FEEL LIKE A DICK NOW.  HAHAHAHAHA.

tasari: There's a ref staying with us tonight that my dad worked with today.
tasari: Remember the hot shit ref at the Railhawks game that one time?
tasari: I'm pretty sure it's him.
bunnysayboo: OH.
bunnysayboo: OKAY.
bunnysayboo: HAHAHAHA.

CUTEST REFEREE EVER, SERIOUSLY.  OHMYGOD FML FML FMLLLL.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

AHAH.

HAHAHAHA.

Sometimes it's just better to go back to the classics.

My wallet got stolen during second period.

I should be happy that I got it back with all my IDs.  The thief was apparently too dumbass to realize it was a Coach wallet.  A small one, but still worth more than the $40 they stole from it.

I guess I should be happy I got it back but I'm really upset some fuckhead stole it in the first place.  And took my money.

This was just a fantastically fucking shitty end to a horrible week.

Sink or swim.

I just keep repeating that to myself this year.  Sink or swim.

Right now it feels like I'm drowning.

Crash Love is a CD of love songs, as opposed to Decemberunderground which focused more on the hedonistic tendencies of a person or Sing the Sorrow which, in itself, is a tad undefinable.  AFI's latest CD sounds like Davey is very...comfortable where he is right now but still lends to an open secret, I think.

I'm writing about Xabi for my application to BU and Northeastern.  God help my soul.

I just told Cee that this computer is the most ghetto piece of sentimental crap I've ever owned. It sums it up pretty well.

Remember how the hinge that connected the screen to the motherboard broke back in March? I finally finally FINALLY fixed it-- but only after the monitor started to crap out. Since we put the computer back together it hasn't gotten all weird and fuzzy though, so I'm praying that the connection was just loose and now it's fixed.

The fan is still two shakes from rolling over and pathetically croaking its way into oblivion. And some of the casing broke off so I now have this wonderful patch of electric tape covering part of the keyboard. And my question mark key still does not exist.

WHATEVER. YAY COMPUTER.

In closing, should I buy the student-organized alternate t-shirt?

   

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2. What is your favorite food?
3. What is your favorite color?
4. Favorite band?
5. Dream vacation?
6. Favorite hobby?
7. What you want to be when you grow up?
8. What do you love?
9. One word to describe you

NO.  SERIOUSLY.

I just got four more games for this Saturday when I usually get two weeks' notice.  I can't reject them (even though I technically can) because I want my assignor to take me seriously and I don't want to be the douchebag that sends him looking for a new ref with one day to go.

But I really really needed this weekend off, to do college application shit and watch Liverpool and fucking sleep.  Last night I slept for eight hours, which was more than my combined total for the previous four nights.  I don't want to wake up at 7:00am on a Saturday to go ref games when I'm already so tired that I just want to curl up in a small tight ball in a nice dark corner and not come out, ever.  But I need the experience.  And the money-- they're the same type of games as last week so I'd get $96 again.

I love reffing but it seriously destroys my weekend.  All I can do when I come home is pass out.  And nobody wants to do crap on Sunday.  I don't want to do crap on Sunday.  And I'm going to miss Liverpool, again.

I'm just so upset about this.  I really might start crying.  I wanted a free weekend to get away from all the stress.