Is the ultimate trending topic right now really a birthday wish for a Jonas brother? Today is going to be a long day.
For a long time, my T9 fought between ‘book’ and ‘cool.’ The one time I want to say the former, I end up with something called ‘Facecool.”
I’ve gone through all of today thinking that it was Thursday. To my surprise, it isn’t, and now I have to deal with the real Thursday.
If you ever find a place that will sell you a pack of these, I strongly suggest purchasing a package of Parle-G biscuits. You’ve got to take two of them and sandwich the flat sides against one-another. After you’ve accomplished this feat, proceed to dunking into cold whole (suggested variety) milk. Hold for approximately seventeen seconds, and continue to devour said biscuit combination.
Our lives change every day.
Reading older blog posts on the internet is borderline-trippy. The idea that you are at a page that someone wrote three years ago which shows no signs of aging is phenomenal. Like a time capsule,
This past Monday, our intramural soccer team Al-Ahly, tied a match against a group that goes by the name of Individuals. The name could explain their lack of teamsmanship, but there is no need to pour on the hater-ade, they were good opponents. Armed with a two-meter-tall coach/commentator/behemoth, their shots were aplenty but to no avail as I and my newly purchased jock strap stepped up to save goals without fear of testicular obstruction. In conjunction to taking names, I took a shot to the face from their resident-alien player. By that I mean, he was their alienesque player - the details of his legal presence is the country are unknown and irrelevant. Subsequent to the blow, my face was both numb and on fire. How this works, who knows. The best part about that is that you end up feeling like you’re bleeding out of your mouth, and that feeling only propels you to spit goals right back out knowing that there’s blood on the ball.
In reality, there was no blood on the ball.
Alican and Karim came through and scored us two goals - Alican in the first half, Karim in the second. The Individuals scored their goal in the first half with a sick shot to the upper-rightmost corner of the goal. There was nothing to be done. The second was an own-goal by a defender on our team as he tried valiantly to protect the ball from being headed in by who we are from here onwards going to call Resident-Alien. The guy is an alien, I swear.
Our standing in the league tables is yet to be determined as we now have three victories and one tied match under our protective cups. We were number-one in a league of eleven teams as of week-three, so we’ll see what this week-four tie does for us. Game next week, be sure to tune in for heavier coverage.
In case anyone who could send me a box of Zissou shoes is caring and generous enough to be reading this, everything I wear for these games is of the Adidas brand. Shoes, socks, backpack, gloves, ball, performance apparel - with loyalty like that, you know that its all day that I dream about soccer.
Now please get me those shoes!
Since I’ve started interning at Gothamist, I figure now is a good time as any to consolidate any blogging endeavors of years already passed and work towards a more legitimate and substantial online presence. I’d been meaning to do this for a while, but I suppose it makes most sense to broadcast what is going on while there is the most of it happening.
Things are going very swimmingly lately and I’m sure I’ll have a ton of anecdotes to share. For instance, I’ve gotten hit in the face twice in the past week. You didn’t see me going there, but I didn’t see myself getting struck either, so it works well both ways.
