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Blog Post 9

Hi everyone!

Firstly I'm really sorry for not posting a lot, but I was never really motivated to for a while. You see, I had this really old computer that had a bunch of broken keys, so if I wanted to type anything I had to get my keyboard out and then wait ages for my computer to boot up. I then had to sit at my desk instead of lying across the sofa in my room which is where I am now. It was just a really complex process which kind of messed up my writing motivation.

But now I have an amazing computer that has really motivated me to write. I'm probably going to try to update once a week.

Also if you've been stalking my profile you'll notice that I deleted 8-Bit and Ungoddessly. That's because I had a bit of an epiphany, and decided that I hated all my work and need to start again. I also had the idea for a new book called 'Never Stop Running'. I've always been interested in how much other people's influence has subconsciously on people, and this book gives me the opportunity to explore it.

Okay, here's the truth. I have no idea what the topic is for this post. My mum wants me to clean the bathrooms and I'm using this to procrastinate. But I think I'd like to talk about the sh*t I have to deal with every Saturday, in the form of water polo games.

Okay, so it was actually my birthday last Saturday, and I was expecting a really fun game where our team played really well and I scored a few times. This did not work out.

I was delighted when I got there to be greeted with happy birthdays and the news that I was in the attack team, which was news to me, because I'm normally stuck on defence (I say it like it's really bad, it's actually really fun). But my good luck ran out there.

One thing you may not know about me is that I'm tiny. And as a tiny highschooler playing water polo, I can get girls who are actually twice my size. And I'm not lying at all when I say that three quarters of the team was twice my size. And what's more, they were violent and good at hiding their incredibly illegal plays from the ref. 

But the funny thing was that the bad stuff started to happen even before the start of the game. My team and I were warming up when my friend Lucy tried to shoot a goal. And if you know Lucy, you'll know she has a really strong shot. She shot, but the ball bounced off the metal edge of the goal with the force of a missile. 

And hit me right in the face. My braces immediately cut into my lip, and it started bleeding really hard. Everyone told me I needed to get the hell out of the pool, but it wasn't that bad. I never really got the chance to act on my lip though, because at that moment the whistle was blown which signified we needed to get into our positions.

The game was fine for about the first ten seconds. After that it turned into an actual f*cking bloodbath. Of course I ended up marking the brick wall of a girl who was Olympic level at not knowing what the hell she was doing and covering it up with violence. I got punched, kicked, scratched and f*cking grabbed by the neck and held under the water.

The game ended with me nearly killing someone because I was so tired and angry. In the last quarter I was actually running on hate. I was actually PRETENDING THEY KILLED MY FAMILY SO I WOULD HAVE ENOUGH RAGE TO DEFEAT THEM!!! Man, I think I have permanent anger issues.

But today's game was probably worse then that one. I was playing a team that I've had pent up issues with them ever since my first water polo game. That team and I were so close they were like my parents. Including the teenage hormone rage that makes me hate their guts so much. I've honestly never hated someone more then I have the main attack player, a girl with the cap number 10.

10 honestly has every quality that I pray to the genies that I don't have. She's arrogant, thinks she's the centre of attention, violent, overly competitive and worst of all, she's good (forget the last sentence, I want to be good).

 She goes for anyone with the ball, and since I was the attack this game, she was on me a lot. And because fate hates me and decides that I need to mark the hardest player, I was on her a lot. Including one time in the second quarter when I'm trying to steal the ball from her. I had nearly succeeded, when this girl F*CKING HEADBUTTS ME. Yes, you heard that right. She stared at me for a second, glaring daggers at being nearly taken down by the tiny girl who didn't score a lot. Then she smashes her EMPTY HEAD INTO MY LIP!!!

I also jarred my finger on a ball, so yeah.

OK, I really need to stop now, because I'm about to throw my laptop at the wall, and it cost around $800. I think I've written enough, and I am just about to post a mini extra blog which SPOILER ALERT is about songs.

SCREW THE QUESTIONS

Enjoy,

Callie ;)