:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 9.05.2002 ::

Wow, the last 24 hours have just been a mad rush of stuff to write - I will try to keep it simple.

I played in my first soccer scrimmage last night and I think it went very well. I kicked the ball well, not as hard as some of the other guys, but with a certain degree of accuracy. I had some steals, some blocks, some passes intercepted, some misses, some kicks to the shins, and a goal or two. I learned that I have good endurance, and as other people are waning, I can still sprint up and down the field. I also learned that I can get flat-out schooled, and some kid can dribble circles around me before I am able to even guess which direction he is going to go. All in all, it will definitely get me in shape.

So after said scrimmage, I decided I needed to wash up a bit before hitting studio. Since I was already in my dormitory living space I went ahead and used the dorm showers. The crazy thing was this was the first time I had used them. Now, before you think "Goddam that must be one smelly kid if that is the first he has showered in the last two weeks" know that I ususally shower in the morning - it wakes you up and invigorates the soul. And since I have the luxury of being involved with a girl who has a one-bedroom apartment, that is where I find myself when it comes time for me to shower, so I just shower there. But yeah, back in the dorm showers, one step above showering in the high school locker room.

I got back from the shower and lo, my mother had called. So I returned the call and she informed me that a wonderful firm in Tacoma, Washington wants to employ my services for the first eight months of next year. Sounds like a win-win to me!

There was also a development on the drumming front regarding why my band kicked me out last year. But all that is kind of a bummer of a story, so I don't think I am going to dwell on it. Let's just say "secrets don't make friends" and that should suffice.

That's all, y'all...
:: Freddy F. at 10:22 AM [+] ::