Gimme

Tourny time. The tournament began today. I had to wake up at 5:45. Hoorah for me. So, lucky for me, my Mom allows Ross to come, meaning I'll at least be able to enjoy it when I'm not playing. Since Rachel didn't wake up on time, 30 minutes late actually, then we were unable to stop and get donuts before we went to the game to go with tradition. I was pretty upset. I was waiting and anticipating getting those donuts, but no. Rachel just HAS to sleep a little longer. To make matters worse I killed a little frog on the way home from picking Ross up. I felt so horrible. Yeah, my day didn't start out as well as I would have liked, but we did win the first game 4-0. The team was a Div. 1 team. We're Div. 2, meaning they're supposed to be better than us. They're not. They're one of those loser teams that signs up for Div. 2 tournaments so they can win and make themselves feel better. I hate those people. We then proceeded to drive around for about an hour looking for where Scott's game was, but when we finally found it the game had ended. Now it was almost lunch time so we met my Grandpa for some lunch at and Italian restaurant named "Lasagna House III". Ross and I both got Fettuccini Alfredo, except that his was a little more than three times the size of mine because the waiter told me I probably could only handle a small portion. Which was completely untrue. I couldn't even finish that. I had about half of it, whereas Ross ate about 9/10 of his. It was insane as to how much such a skinny person like Ross could eat. So by now it's about time to go and Ross and I are more stuffed than a teddy bear and can hardly walk to the car. We get in the car and start to drive to the soccer field and I start to feel very sick to my stomach. Time goes by, not feeling any better, don't play the second game, which is perfectly alright. I've pretty much been replaced by Meagan Foreman, so they have no use for me anymore. They won 3-0, which is a little sad considering the team we were playing only had 10 players. Now that it's time for us to go home Rachel begs and pleads to Mom to let us go to Scott's game. Rachel asks me what I want to do and I say that I want to go to Scott's game. It was a lie, but I let Rachel get what she wanted. They lost 3-0. Too bad for them. Well, must wake up early tomorrow - there's another game in the morning. Good night!