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| hello hello, so its been a minute eh. idk wat to say. like, maybe i do. but i dont haha. well i shall rant about the stupidness that occured last night to FREAK ME THE HELL OUT.
so last night, irritated as hell, i decided to take a LONG hot shower. i needed it, i was really pissed n shit. i get out, go upstairs 2 check to the phone, see if the man call - seeing as how he avoided me all night. yay. either way, he did. so i called bak, went bak to my room and laid on the bed. eventually, we're talking & i get the craving for some skittles. YAY! there's some on my dresser. cristina stands up and what does she see?
yup. that asshole of a thing. i think i just about DIED. it was right next to my bed and i'm flipping shit. so i jump on the bed... and guess wat i see? a dangling spider. so i flip shit. run to the bathroom. oh look, a 3rd spider on the wall *SMASH*. run bak onto the bed. spider #4 decideds to dangle right where spider #2 was. those two died.i go outside my room to grab the poison and i am encountered with spider #5. yay. stepped on that fucker. eventually, the first bitch of a spider (about the size of my THUMB) is trapped under a toilet plunger thingee. and im spraying all kinds of shit in there to kill it. i slide it a little, and all these little fuckers come out...
YUP. the bitch was pregnant!! ughhhhhghghghghg *shivers*
i am practically dying now. in all seriousness. and i'm still talking to my boyfriend on the phone, throwing out every damn curse word imaginable. i run to the kitchen, grab an empty box so i can throw the stupid thing in there... and open the bak door. my plan was to scoop, sprint, and throw the box out the door lol. well, thankfully, all the fumes i sprayed the spider with caused the spider to DIE. yay lol i cleaned up all the baby spiders and walk to the trash can to throw away the rag. oh look there, by my hairdryer - spider #6.  i mean, seriously....wtf. i think someone was out to kill me. i smashed that one with my shoe, still ranting to my boyfriend. he's tryna lighten my mood by making jokes and im like NO! lol.... so i go bak to my bathroom to wash my hands, turn around to look at the toilet... heyyyyy spider #7!!! ...killed that one too i mean... i'm furious as fuck. i grabeed all my shit (pillows and blanket) and took up stairs. i decided to grab my tv as well... because well, i am not going back in there for a while. 
soooo that was the wonderful story of my night. I HATE SPIDERS!!!  | | |
| hellloooo all :] so of course this morning, i struggled for that extra half hour. people kept texting so i didn't get to enjoy them. pretty soon, i was grasping for that extra minute of good sleep. no luck. finally, woke up - showered, started getting ready for work. i text my boyfriend "morning  " & his predictable self replied "morning babe. how did you sleep?" right then my mind started racing, trying to recollect how my sleep went. then i recalled a dream i had. now, i have dreams. but usually i dont remember them. and if i do, its like eh. no biggie - so i dont see the need to recall them. but this one, this one was different. i think that's why i didnt sleep so well. i thought the dream was at my house, but now i am not sure. it was a rather huge lawn. and some sort of race was going on. apparently i was in it. and it consisted of only female participants. not sure what it was for. regardless, i was in the lead... we had to crawl under some fence & run up a hill. after getting thru the fence, everyone magically passed me  ... whatever. either way, race finished and that was that. i went to my room to change. i grab something, turn around to head toward the living room (this is why i thought it was @ my house. this setting looked familiar) and to my dismay, i saw a person whom i havent seen in YEARS. i couldn't believe it was her, but it was... ricco. she was standing there, like hi.. and im like...  i just remember my heart stopping for a quick second. and whatever i had in my hands completely dropped out, hit the ground. i felt like a corpse. then i snapped out of it. said hiii, smiled, and we hugged. all i recall is me telling her that she looked much better [SIDENOTE: this next part is real life people... i havent seen ricco in about, mmmm... 3 years? somehwere around there. and the last i heard OF her, i was talking to her little sister. ricco well, she decided to do some not so smart things. dating some dude that gets all her money - not in school, at least that i know of, i'm not even sure if she graduated high school. and on top of that, went from drinking & smoking weed to trying cocaine. her sister told me she had been hospitalized for cocaine OD. sooo yeah... this is why this dream was so startling for me] i had told her she had gained a little weight from high school (she had this no-eating mentality in HS) so she was looking great... i was so happy to have her before me, i told her she had to absolutely say hi to my family. i rush to the living room and tell my mom come here come here!!! i have a surprise. they were all watching tv in the living room, lights dimmed. my mom was kinda like  waaat is it?? til finally ricco came over and said hi. altho that scene was weird. she had taken off her jeans apparently, and was only wearing her strap shirt and panties lol anyways... she hugged my mom and they chatted a second, then my mom said excuse us as she took my hand. ricco said its cool, ill be in your room. and i must've had the biggest smile on my face or something because my mom gave me a look like 'sweetie, dont.' so i was confused. and i asked her wat? and she was telling me to not get attached or excited or anything. and i said why not... next thing you know my mind just flashes & it's a scene of ricco in the bathroom with a straw. and im kinda like huh?? what's that for... before i knew it.... she was leaning forward to sniff a line of coke. and im like  noooooooooooooooooo!!! little too late. all i recall after that is an explosion. sooooo... now its just. a dream i suppose. peace.out] | | |
| my roommate and i religiously watch grey's anatomy  i'm hoooked lol plus its been storming alot here, so we try to get lightning pictures
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| sitting here at work, eating my homemade chicken salad && potato salad (delicious i might add ) and i received a text not too long ago with some not so great news.
softball is a sport that i... love. no denying that. i've been playing it for the past 7 years, and although i am not a pro - i'd like to think i am a pretty good ball player. i came to penn state greater allegheny as a freshman with NO intention to play ball. but one of my friends talked me into it. program was shit and it was mostly because the girls loved playing the game. so it was fun. sophomore year though, we got a new coach. renewed the whole program. we beat the #1 team in playoffs, and we finished third in our section.
then summer came. i went home. alot of uhmm, stuff happened. and i decided not to transfer to university park; rather, i stayed at psuga, one reason being softball. i wanted to win the whole thing.
but junior year, before conditioning even began in the fall - we already had extensive drama and i was really fighting the inner urge to quit. but i couldnt. unforunately, my passion slowly deteriorated. i had too much other shit to worry about, softball was no longer fun. and i couldn't wait for the season to be over. we (the team) hit rock bottom when we lost to THE worst team. i mean, they were 0-10. and after playing us, they were 1-11. WE LOST TO THE WORST TEAM IN FREAKIN EXTRA INNINGS! i mean, who does that?! The next day, we had a double header against the BEST team. of course, we lost both games. and to end the season with a cherry on top, we played our division rivals (beaver) in their house and lost both games. the 1st was a great game. the 2nd, not so great.
now, you're probably thinking we suck. but truth is... our attitude was shit. there was too much bullshit drama. and dear GOD did we have injuries! we began with 16 girls and ended the season with 10. 10 FUCKING GIRLS, at least 6 were HURT. you're talking, broken nose & stitches, broken thumb, broken finger, swollen ligaments, hyperextended ankles, detached ribs, etc.... I mean really, how does a team bounce back from that? not to mention we ALL wanted to kill each other after the first game. THE FIRST GAME! pre-season, in florida. regardless, that was our season. i was ecstatic it ended.
why?
because i knew it would be my last year.
i felt as if i couldn't play another year. too much bullshit and there was so much struggle with the coaches. and then there was the thought that i had to carry 18 credits in the spring in order to graduate and that was just WAY too much pressure. well now, something happened... bad news.
i got a text from my coach today saying that PSU decided to not renew his contract as athletic director; and he does not know if he will be coaching next year.
wanna know something funny? my heart was racing, and then it dropped. i feel horrible for him. but like, it just wont be the same without him. even though i do not intend to play. i told him the girls are hoping he can still coach. its just...insane. i think i have any idea as to why they denied him his contract; alot of BS happened this year that wasn't 100% his fault. but of course, he's the AD - he is supposed to be the psuga sports god. and therefore, it's his fault. it sucks too because it was only his first year. think they'd cut him some slack but i guess not.
i just, i don't know. i'm in awe. i'm stunned
-ca.
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