"Oh, Coach, I ALWAYS score."

Rugby has been added to the summer Olympics. I've decided I should try out for the women's American rugby team. Just to be a badass AND win a gold medal. And maybe fuck Michael Phelps. And the entire Irish men's rugby team.
But that's just an idea.
So, since my name has so kindly been given to a zombie-annihilator (I love you) I officially named my team's match ball Chloe.
And, in even an awesomer turn of events, my team grew to the name within the night and now also calls our beautiful, brand new match ball Chloe.

(In games, players must refer to referees as 'sir'.)

Emily: "Sir, don't drop Chloe in the mud!"
Me: "She likes it dirty. It's okay."

Today was our semi-final game for my rugby game. If we beat Hoffstra next Sunday, we win the championship. Awesome? I think so. Unfortunately, yesterday I sprained my ankle so I was unable to play. Hopefully I'll be able to tomorrow. You should see the mother of a bruise on my inner thigh...it's gorgeous.

BlogNazi has been harassing me about my lack of blogging. And she's right. My apologizes.

I recently bought both Zoolander and The House Bunny on iTunes and have decided that, at some point, I need to reenact the Walk-Off scene from Zoolander with somebody and a David Bowie impersonator. Or just the REAL David Bowie. And on Wednesday I'm going to the costume store with a few friends and looking for a Bunny costume. Watching Anna Faris makes me wanna be a Playboy bunny. Not that I haven't always wanted to be one.

(PS, the new girls are WEIRD. And the head girlfriend had to have dinner with Holly and it was SORTA awkward. And when she held out her bunny necklace and said "I got it on eBay for $6!" Holly gave her a look that said "my white gold bunny necklace was given to me by Hef....bitch...").

ALSO, my parents visited me this weekend! SO HAPPY! I restocked on food (and money) and promised my mom I wouldn't hurt myself TOO BAD playing rugby ("Sweetie, I don't care about your legs...just don't hurt your face. Your cotillion dress will cover your legs but...not your face...."). Also Dad ponied up the money for three of my team's kegs. It was awesome.

I know there's more to talk about but I'm having trouble remembering it....that's the problem with not blogging for two weeks...:-/

I miss you all. <3
Much love.