To start things off, Brie and I are now friends. We had a rather big fallout and we really hated each other for a bit but we have settled our differences and are now best friends again.
Anyway, I was thinking today, 'man, Wednesday is a real bitch, I am normally out until late and when I get back from indoor I normally just go straight to bed, maybe Wednesday should be my day off the blog...' then I remembered something...Owen Wilson didn't have Wednesday off, so neither will I. If Owen Wilson can do it, then so can I! So let's just say that today was one of the most boring, yet one of the most epic days of my life to date.
It all started when I got to school, I was pumped for my planned Wednesday morning man date with Chris (the dick) to go and get breakfast. I get to school, go to home group, then go to the senior study centre to find no one in there. Absolutely no one...Saf arrived not soon after and we left to go and inflate his tyres in his car because they were heaps flat or something, I don't know...anyway, so we did that and then go to Hungry Jacks and text Chris to meet us there. We waited about ten minutes for him before we realised that we were hungry we grabbed some of those cheap ass two dollar breakfasts. Chris then gets there, late, like a dick and orders a nice meal, when we got these cheap ass two dollar breakfasts...he made us feel so cheap, he is such a dick...
I then had double art, which generally consists of me doing absolutely nothing, and today was no different. Oh, well I did a bit of work actually. I started and finished two new pieces, not that they were any good but Raman did help out so it was definitely worth bringing him along. We the chilled at Ramans for a bit playing FIFA and fucking around with eachothers Facebook's, we were then rudely kicked out because Raman wanted a nap so we bailed back to mine and chilled there with Heinicke until indoor.
Now here's the real shit part of the story, the game started at nine, so you probably thought we were at mine until what, eight, eight thirty and then bailed? Well we left mine at what, six? Because Heinicke had to go ref games or some shit so what did Chris and I do? We sat there for like three of the most boring hours ever watching grade E and D indoor matches...it made me think...'man, I really wish we moved down a grade or two, because we would really kick the shit out of these guys...' but then we'd probably just get uppegated or whatever the going up version of relegated is...probably called promoted or something but I much prefer uppegated.
In these three hours, one thing was resolved, and that is that Chris isn't really that much of a dick. I mean, he is, but not really. In fact, he even gave me a bit of his Boost Bar, that was rather nice of him now that I think about it.
Okay, so anyway, nothing can really describe how boring the three hours of sitting there was, it was like watching Lord of The Rings without ant sound or picture, which is pretty much what it was like because nothing even remotely Lord of The Rings related happened. Also, seeing as though we are on the topic of Lord of The Rings, I just want to get this off my chest; I have never seen the movies or read the books. Also, I have never seen Star Wars, or any of the Harry Potters besides the first two of which I don't remember at all.
After the three hour wait, we were ready to play the indoor game that we were actually there to play. It was RAC United (that's us) against the top team, I don't know what they were called but they had full uniforms and shit and they took things fucking serious. We didn't have our normal keeper (Andrew Heinicke), instead we had Brett Ellis, who has never played for us before, so the expectations were yet to be set. They started with the kickoff and they shot first, and they scored, I don't know what the team was thinking but I really saw this as another devastating loss coming up.
At half time they were up by two goals, Brett Ellis had gotten used to keeping and really was on the top of his game. Jack and Brett Aitken were playing amazingly as usual and Chris wasn't a dick anymore. Raman had scored the most amazing goal ever so he was the love of my life for the day and of coarse, not to sound up myself or anything, but I was keeping up with my usual spectacular standard.
The game was nearly over, and with one minute left we were ahead by a goal or two, I don't know it's not really relevant, we were winning. We started playing Port Adelaide style and wasting time, until we won in the end by a goal or two, again...not relevant at all.
So I guess the moral of today's story is that the top team in div C isn't all they're cracked up to be, and Brie is now my friend and Chris isn't a dick anymore and I won't refer to him as a dick in further posts...until he does something dickish again.
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