Apinn had a sick layout to collect some garbage for a point, and then proceeded to sub-out just to talk to me about it. That is someone showing some passion for Ultimate.
Zac layed out (or fell I had no perspective) for a disc and some kid's foot took all of the damage. Quite scary.
Ecto introduced the sweetest cheer at half; if you want more info I don't feel like explaining it so try stalking Sonny's blag or facebook for it.
I only played like 4 points this game, but got to handle for all of them. It's a real confidence booster when everytime I'm on the field I'm picked as one of the two handles. I played alright, being very aggressive for one of the points and trying to be every-other touch on the disc. Another I played more passive and alternated primary with the Zac, and the last I played as the off handle with Darrin and let him be aggressive. I felt lost as the off-handle, as I didn't really know what to do until the other handler got it and I moved in to be the reset. Zac said I can "patch up the stack" but I don't really understand what he means and never got a chance to ask him to clarify it. I really liked being aggressive, as I have a really good first step and change of direction so I can get open much easier when attacking.
I straight turfed a forehand on one of my possessions and did nothing spectacular on the rest. My man got open and got the disc a bunch, but I made sure to not get broken and to be quick on the mark when they got it. All in all, not too bad for coming off ten-thousand minor injuries.
I am taking Apinn's friend Brian under my frisbee wing because he can run really fast and jump really high and quite frankly those are good people to know. Plus if he ends up really good I can say I had a part of that.
Got back into the groove today -- ate normal things and walked both dogs on big laps. Didn't smoke for the first night since sectionals. Didn't drink any soda at Travers.
The past two weeks have been kind of crazy between boozing most nights a week, smoking at least once a day, eating whatever I feel like, not walking my dogs everyday, and not doing my nightly pushups/excruciator. I think all of these drugs are taking more of a toll on me than I would like to admit -- it's not just how it affects my lungs or my weight. I do not think it is a coincidence that I started getting injured when Four Loko entered my life again, nor do I think I suddenly felt less motivated to crank out an excruciator before bed.
I'm taking a break from substances for a bit, one because I just really fucking want to lose weight, and two because when I go back it'll be way more fun. I think I need a drastic change in lifestyle or else I won't be able to keep up any routine. I have proven to myself that this whole moderation thing, in any area of my life, is not something I can pull off right now.
I thought a lot about the beginning of next year and I am just excited to finally execute a gameplan. I think it will be a very rewarding feeling to set something in motion and watch it work.
I missed a spot shaving and I really don't want to go back and fix it, but I know it's going to annoy me. I think I will just shave again tomorrow.
I need to get back to using more semicolons.
I can't forget to write my midterm tomorrow night for Kate McCoy round 2.
I just plan on being all business.
Except tomorrow because I am going to bake the shit out of my car before the BATTLE OF THE GENERATIONS.
P.S. Does anyone else blag anymore or is that last year's thing?
P.P.S. I turned twenty-one and despite my best efforts lived. I bet some people lost a lot of money on that one.
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