Too Nice... Or Wimpy

I need to be more confrontational. Because you are a bitch, and you're getting away with it because I can't confront. But it is not okay.

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Stupid hip flexor. Pulled it at Beware-O and then played on it the following Monday practice. After that on Tuesday, I could barely walk. Been off of it since. Tried to play a bit last night. Could barely move my leg up to pivot, and my leg gave out and I just fell, so I stopped playing. Looks like I'll be out for most of Santa Barbara. I've never sat out for a tournament before... so this will be fun. Not.

Give me some vicodin and let me play!

Gross. Life sucks sometimes.

Quite a few of eventful things happened this week... in ascending order.

4. Ripping off my plastic cover of my laptop.
3. Taking someone to the ER to get stitches on their eyelid.
2. Friends from Berkeley coming to visit.

AND

1. A drunk chick puking in my car, plus got a bit on me and my sweatshirt.

My roommate had called me at 1am on Friday to ask me to pick her up cuz she was too drunk to walk home. I go over to pick her up, and a friend was staying over, but there were also two other drunk girls that I have never met before but I agreed to give them a ride. They were trying to give me directions to another party, but I had no idea how to decipher drunk directions, so we decided to take them home. While driving them home, one of the girls felt really sick, as I started to pull over and roll down the windows. She projectile vomitted all over. It got all over my car door, the back of the driver's seat, a little bit got on the roof of my car and steering wheel, and speckles of it got onto me. Grossness.

She tried cleaning it up, she was able to wipe off most of the gross stuff, but once I got back home I realized that drunk people don't really clean up that well. Two of my friends were kind enough to help me clean up my car (and another helped wash my sweatshirt). I 409'ed and Febreezed my car like crazy, but this morning it smelled like a mixture of 409 and vomit. So gross. But I got the girl's number, and she was really sorry and cool about it and I asked for 50 bucks to get the inside of my car cleaned. So tomorrow (hopefully) I will be getting my car cleaned, otherwise I'll have to wait until Wednesday. Ugh. Drunk chicks. I mean at least she was cool about it and willing to pay to help me get it cleaned. But still......