Western vs. Central

Of coarse we won the game! Duh, seriously, we were nearly undefeated and Central was, well, nearly completely defeated. We scored a touchdown 15 seconds into the first quarter. I don't even know if it could be considered a "good game" or not. It was freezing cold though, soaked to the bone we were. I was glad I didn't have to play my flute at halftime, I had to text my dad before the game ended, and holy cow, it was hard to move my fingers. They do that when they get cold.

Before the game, as I was sitting up in the stands at pregame, there was a lot of Alumni from my class. I didn't even recognize Ashley with her hair dyed and cut. She actually had a color that looked good on her. Good for her, I still hate her. Zach kept being perverted, Courtney spazzed out everytime H looked up into the stands, Bree brought candy, and Sam was just annoying. Nothing new there. Too bad he didn't slip down the stands and, I don't know, die or something. He gave me a hug and told me he missed me. Same o, same o.

During the game, I got to sit between Taylors legs and that was pretty warm. No justice for the rest of my body though. I just liked being close to him, practically hidden from everyone else with their bulky raincoats. When they got up for halftime, the temperature difference was more than noticable. Once again, Zach and his friend came and stood around me, great wind blockers! Then once the Western band was preparing to take the field, Sam came up to talk to me. Basically wanted to know how I've been, how my family has been. (Specifically asked "How's Mom doing?") I don't know why, but I don't think it's his right to call my mother his anymore. Told me he was having GF problems and that he did really miss me. Cry me a river. Asked how I was doing with the baby. I said good. Asked if I had told my mother yet. I said yes, said she was surprisingly happy for me, wants me to have 19 more. For a split second he had a disappointed look on his face, then smiled and said that that was unexpected. Asked if I had been sick alot, I said no. He said I looked alot more comfortable with it than he thought I would be. I said it wasn't that big of a deal. I'm 18 and with a little hard work, I'd be just fine. Told him I had gained weight, duh, hope I didn't lose weight after concieving, that would be wierd. Sam said the reason he brought up the whole "me being comfortable with it" thing was because I wasn't trying to hide my "bulge". I just smiled and said guess not. I'm not even fat! But I must admit, that for a moment, I liked the fact that he said I had a baby bulge. He said that he didn't have a white feather for me, but he had a blue Jay feather but it got crinkled so he threw it away. I wanted to punch him. He was starting to upset me when Taylor came flying out of no where and put his arm around me. Sam still asked for a hug though, probably purposely trying to aggrivate Taylor, then got the hint and left. I really didn't need a drama moment, or a fight breaking out. Who knows, maybe Taylor knows too much for his own good. It's bad enough that he sits there and squeezes Felicias arm in a comforting boyfriendish way. Awww, so cute. *stabs self*

After the game, I nearly had a heart attack when Taylors dad was right there. Taylor introduced us, I didn't care much. I've already met the man and decided that he will never meet his grandchildren, or at least get visitation or baby sitting rights. Hell, I'll pay a day care before I let them take them. Besides, they'll have to pry them from my mothers hands before they get them. And we all know that that'll be virtually impossible. My mom's good with kids, but I don't like how my step father handles kids. It's annoying when he tries to stoop down to their level and talk in those annoying voices, with big eyes, and his tendancies to try and tickle them.

And now, today, I sit here with "Carrie" in the background. Half in my pj's, half not. Comfortable, but a little chilly. In the mood to kill some people on GTA, maybe I will, at least in that world I can mend reality to my will. I can be anyone, and get away with anything, especially since I control the very fiber of the game, the true definition of god. The ability to create life and kill it at the same time. Everyone will die in the fiery hell I create. Gosh, that feels so good.