Still diseased.

We lost the soccer game yesterday. Despite the impressive Middleboro attendance and support. And my fanatical cries of Curses! and OH, That was Foul! to the other team. Oh well, great job anyway guys. It was bitter cold though. Poor, mis-informed Martin. I was looking pretty good in my layers of fleece, the only skin visible being six square inches around my eyes. Good company, at least, at the game: Martin, Robin, Heather, Mick, Rachel, Chris O, some other male seniors whos names elude me, and Mr. Breen's Guatemalan children. I wonder if anyone did end up jumping #16. Our section of the stands certainly had our crowbars and metal pipes ready. Three cheers for Middleboro kids.

Had a great outing with Miles, Jake, and Leah yesterday. (When they came to pick me up, dad came revving over the hill on the four-track, tires sqeualing down the driveway, fishtailing infront of Jake's minivan to say hi. Jake and Miles are still amused.) We went to the bank, picked up Leah, searched for the elusive MSI cd at Strawberries, bought Final Fantasy XI, and had blueberry pancakes at Bickford's. Three very enjoyable hours.

Oh my, Heather brought a cake yesterday. She is so violent. Heather, Merry, and Hilary should never be in my house in that combination ever again. Too dangerous. It was really catastrophic, what with Hilary teetering over the cellar steps, Heather wielding utensils and Merry with a handful of cake frosting. Anna was quite sane, thank God. They forced an intervention upon me; Heather locked herself in my room to un-organize my closet, throwing things and pulling clothes off hangers. Someone forced a chair under the bathroom door handle while Hilary was in there. There were threats exchanged. I had a massive headache and by this time I was mouthing to dad please take them home...


"Your closet is color-coordinated?!?! I don't even know how to start making fun of you for that..."

ash @ 6:15 PM