vorpal pen (vorpal_pen) wrote,
vorpal pen

confessions from a () abuser

MY BOOBS CHEST HURTS. My weight training class really got into the swing of things yesterday, and I stupidly did too many sets on the seated row. It's not as bad as last week (walked over 5 miles Tues + worked to my maximum 1 rep weight on the machines Wed morning + full soccer practice Wed night = COULDN'T LIFT MY LEGS UNTIL SATURDAY), but OW.

Busy, busy, busy. I have five classes this semester, four that meet M/W (the fifth just meets Monday nights). I'm hostessing 2-4 days a week, and babysitting/nannying/tutoring as well. So for example, today I worked at the restaurant from 11:15-2:30ish, then fought PCH traffic to pick up R from school. Her mom is teaching a class at the Y, so Tuesdays I'll be picking her up, fixing her an after-school snack, and tutoring/working through her homework with her. Then it's either back to work for the dinner shift, or homework (which I am currently avoiding).

This year I'm officially assistant coaching a girls U16 soccer team (freshman and sophomores in high school), which will be... interesting. I played for 15 years, and while I never played high school or club, the majority of my teammates did, and we all worked really well together as a team (for the most part) my last few years. These girls seem to have a good grasp of the drills, but don't know how to play the field or communicate. We tied our first game, and while we should have won, we're incredibly lucky we didn't lose. It didn't help that the field was half under water from a broken pipe that the school hadn't fixed- nothing frustrates a player more than trying to dribble when the ball just. won't. move! :( My mother's the head coach, and if I manage to make it through the season without killing her, I feel it will be a huge success!

I'm procrastinating because I'm still exhausted from only getting 1.5 hours of sleep Sunday night (a babysitting job that was supposed to end 10-11pm-ish, ended around 1am instead, with me still having homework to do), and I'm too tired to get up and go run the errands I need to do before I head home. Curse my parents for living across the street from R! I feel coffee is my only hope, and yet I do not want to stay up until the wee hours of morning, which is what coffee now does to me. Evil, evil coffee. OKAY. This is me getting up and being productive! Maybe.

Evil, evil, evil, evil coffee. ::pines::
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