Saturday morning, Valentine’s Day, I woke up to this:
We originally wanted to go to a fondue restaurant, but they were all booked or cost waaaay too much.
I kinda lost it at dodgeball. I started yelling cause I threw a ball and it hit a girl square in the leg and she stayed in the game. I wasn’t the only one who saw it. My personal goal from then on was to kill her. Almost immidiately after that someone from their team yelled “CHEATER’S!”. I have no idea what we were doing that was cheating. From then on it was an all out war. We beat them in the end, but it was not pretty. After the game Leah and I were standing in the parking lot talking, and four members of the light blue, losing team, walked by and did the under the breath cough thing and said cheaters. I said, “excuse me?!?”, and they laughed and kept on walking. These guys were full grown men. There was absolutely no reason for them to be acting like 8th graders. At the end of the night I was more upset at the sheer douchebaggy-ness of the light blue team. It’s just a fucking game. I know I got outta hand, and I shouldn’t have, but come on. I’m really interested to see how their season pans out.
That’s all. This turned out to be a long one. I have to go to sleep now.