Waking Up Late

Every night I set my cell phone's alarm for 6:30 am. I could probably get by on setting it for 6:50, but I always like to wake up knowing that I can sleep a little more without missing the bus. Well today my sleeping-past-the-alarm idea did not work out that great. I woke up at 6:30 and turned off the alarm, setting my cell phone down next to my pillow. I got into a kneeling position and said my "prayer", which usually never ends because I fall asleep. Well I ended my "prayer" (A.K.A. woke up) and checked my cell to see if I could sleep any longer. It was freaking seven o clock. I rolled out of bed, put on the first clothes i found, ran upstairs, ate a muffin, brushed my teeth, and ran out the door at 7:08. I made it to school fine and now I have nothing left to say.

The Retarded Referee

Every so often you play a game of soccer where you have a referee that everyone, your team and the other team, hates. In actuality it happens more than fifty percent of the time. Well today we had one of those refs. I don't know his name so I'll just call him Steve. I encountered Steve today at my soccer game as the center referee. I did not recognize him at first, but after a while I saw the evil sparkle in his eye and realized that this was not my first encounter with him. Months previous we were playing a soccer game with him as our ref. To sum it up, two people got yellow cards for arguing with his bad calls. I won't mention the two names of the people who argued with him, but I will mention one, Mathew Madsen. That is besides the point. I always knew that I hated him ever since I saw his long, greasy hair and unshaven face. Steve called the worst game I had ever seen, and I don't even remember who won. I just remember how much I hated Steve. When I saw him today, he seemed to have improved his refereeing skills until he called a foul on me. All I did was step in between a kid and the ball. The kid tried to kick the ball but tripped over my foot. Then I tripped over him and kneed him in the back of the head. It sounds bad but the kid didn't need to cry. Then the ref called a foul on me just because what happened looked bad. I also know that that the kid I hurt was his little brother Ted. I base my inferences on science and if I don't like two people in the same place then they must be related. I would have been fine with the call if he hadn't been yelling at me. He was acting like I did it on purpose. So I ran up to referee and kneed him in the face just so I could justify his bad call. Not really though. All I can really say is that I just don't like Steve.

Writer's Notebooks VS Blogging

I already know that I am going to um... dislike blogging even compared to Writer's Notebooks. Even though writing in my writer's notebook was a complete waste of time because I would fill it with BS, it was still way easier. I never had to actually put effort into it. I would just wait for the day when the writer's notebook was due and start writing like crazy the period before. It usually ended up being something like, "I am going to write Lebron James is the MVP of the NBA 100 times" so I would write that, fill up 10 pages and still get the grade. But now ours blogs have to actually mean something and I don't think that Lebron James thing is going to work because I could finish it in five seconds with copy and paste. I'll probably start to prefer blogging more by the end of the school year, but that doesn't necessarily mean I will like it.