Wow.
So, FIRST OFF lemme just apologize for the HUGE gap.
The past...five days or so have been EVENTFUL.
Let's start from the beginning:
You should've been there. I was running down the field, the rugby ball tucked beneath my arm. My teammates flanking me were tackled, I was so close. I ran and ran but the senior on my tail just happened to be faster. As she pulled me down, I twisted my body so that I could present the ball back to my team and not be called on a off-side penalty. As I twisted, my thumb collided with her metal cleats and a sickening RIIIIIP echoed through the chilly air. As I began to sit up, I felt hot blood flowing from a very deep slash in my finger....
Nah, I'm just kidding. I was opening a package from home (I was clearly VERY excited) and sliced my thumb open. Forty-five minutes later I was at the hospital (the Health Center at school was too lame) getting five stitches in my thumb.
The Doctor: "Wow, any deeper and you would've cut your tendon!"
Me: "...thanks."
The Doctor: *to nurse* "Can you thread that? My depth perception seems to be off..."
Me: *shits a brick*
(BTDub, the doctor was from Alabama and had an accent. She kept talking to me too. Is it bad that all I could think of while she sewed me up was Robert Francis?)
Anyways, about five days later my finger is fine. Still loaded with stitches but healing. It was a very deep cut.
And then...
My Rugby Social.
FU is located next to the water. A majority of juniors/seniors live in very swanky beach houses. Well, an ex rugby girl lives in THE FUCKING BEST beach house. It's HUGE and has a giant spiral wooden staircase, low, mood ceilings with swinging paper lanterns and lots of comfy couches. And a huge fireplace. Oh, and the water practically KISSES the beach chairs ten feet from the back door. It's gorgeous.
We pilled into a girls car and went to our social where some minor initiations took place.
It was the entire Rugby girls team. An amazing chance for us all to bond.
I won't get into details. Just...a lotta shit went down. I got home around 4 AM.
And I learned team songs.
Ironically, Rugby has a lot of singing and dancing coordinated into it. Being an ex-theatre kid I find this very fitting and yet another reason why I should stick with rugby.
Here's one of our team songs:
MiMiMiMi
YouYouYouYou
WEEEEE'RE FEMALE LADY RUGGERS,
WE'RE RUGGERS OF THE NIGHT,
WE'RE MOTHERFUCKING BITCHES, WE'D RATHER FUCK THAN FIGHT
WE FUCKED THE FARMER'S GRANDSON, WE DRANK THE FARMER'S BEER..
I don't remember the rest of the song. And trust me, there are 100 other songs I gotta learn. And no, we don't sing that at games.
Next.
Our first game versus Sacred Heart, our biggest rival from across town.
It's a small team, Sacred Heart's but...the girls are monsters.
Peaches in particular.
Oh, you don't know Peaches? Well, lemme give you a quick image...
Hulk Hogan (bleach blonde man-hair and everything) packed into a five foot three inch sophomore girl.
You know how people have t-shirts that say 'I climbed Mount Everest and all I got was this shirt'? Well, my team have 'I tackled Peaches'.
We made her cry during the game. A bad tackle. I did feel bad. We hit her pretty hard.
And you know what, bitches?! WE FUCKING WON! 13 to 12. ;D I obviously didn't play but I watched and ran up and down the side lines screaming my heart out. It was awesome.
Continuing...
Um, any news concerning men is good. We're friends. :) Um...I'm nawt gonna put details here or anything. So...ask.
And UGH, I'm sorry this is all Rugby related but I feel like that's ALL I've been doing for the past week and a half.
Today a very scary thing happened.
Our assistant coach, John, collapsed from (what we think) was a minor heart attack on the field today near the end of practice. A majority of us started tearing up while two girls sprinted to the parking lot, one called 911 and another called public safety. He's the NICEST MAN EVER although oldish. He had especially been helpful with the new players (I.E. moi). Well, after a minute and a half of us freaking out, Burg (my Hesser look alike head coach) calmly propping Coach John up, Coach John babbling incoherently and randomly bending his knee and loosing feeling in his right arm, the ambulance arrived. Coach John was back to normally and cheerfully explaining what happened to the EMTs and eighty policemen standing around. He's THAT type of guy. After having a near death experience he apologizes to the public service men for wasting their time. Well, considering he was probably already embarrassed enough that 32 college girls had just watched him collapse, the team decided it would be best if we went to dinner. Being watched while hauled onto a stretcher would be embarrassing enough without a million girls watching...
We all ate together and prayed for his fast recover.
Moving awn...
My dad mailed me my PS3 and all my games. Thanks dad. The TV/DVD/Blu-Ray is next. AND my posters are up! :D I'll post more pictures once my email stops being freakish...
Oh and I OWNED my Italian test today. ;) Fuck yeah.
I know more shit happened but I can't think of it all right now...and I promise never to have such a lapse again in blogging. And the next few things won't be rugby related.
And this weekend shall be EPIC. Why?
BECAUSE I AM GOING TO SEE TUTTI!!!!!!!!!!!! <3>
Well...
I'm gonna go watch Conan now with Cherry. PEACE.
