a volleyball
After washing my face I looked into the mirror and I said oh boy my skin looks dry and pasty yucky… I need to apply some cream or maybe go in for a facial… Then I said to myself oh boy I’m not healthy, I don’t look healthy, I need to eat better, sleep in more regular times, eat more fruit, do some exercise, and breathe more morning air… yes… I need to take better care of myself if I’m going to write all those stories I’m so determined to write! Dear me. I have attained a higher level of understanding of comfort and appearance. If I’m healthy I will look better. Nowadays, it don’t bother me much that my hair’s a mess and my jacket's a few sizes too large… me don’t bother how me look to nobody no more and it feels kinda neat. Three cheers for me.
The bubble tea was not very good… the bubbles were too melty and the black currant tea tasted more like grape juice, but at least it was only $2.99 and the waitress said thank you when she took my money and said goodbye when I left. They were showing the Leaf game on the big screen which was kinda neat. It was their last game and they won. Mats Sundin was interviewed after the game and skated along the rink clapping his hands in the air. Poor Mats, I think it’s time Mats moves on to a better team. I’d like to see him play on the Flames.
My friend was telling about her boyfriend about how he’s chubby and he ought to do more sports. I asked my friend what sport her boyfriend likes. She said he likes squash. So play more squash… it’s dangerous you know, I said, that ball moves very quickly and it stings when it hits you… but it’s nice to play sports together. It made me think of the time Yuki and I were playing volleyball… She only played volleyball and she was good at it. That day she carried a volleyball in her handbag, she carried it the whole day we were walking around the city… We went to the beach then walked to a park near the castle ruins… She had borrowed the volleyball from her friend, and we played in the park. It was nice. We played keep-ups. Then we played dodgeball by taking turns throwing the ball really hard at each other, not to hit each other, but to throw it toward the person, like for example, she would throw the ball to me really hard to see if I can catch a ball that is thrown really hard at me. She threw really hard but I remember I caught it every time and she was annoyed. The way she threw the volleyball reminds me of some exaggerated movement from some manga comic. When it was my turn I threw it really hard at her too and there were many times she couldn’t catch it and the ball rebounded off her little body and she reacted comically as if there would be a BOING effect or something, and she was annoyed. I was amused. I was amused because she was annoyed and it made me throw the ball even harder at her just to get a reaction and I was so amused. We were so amused. We were happy. We were young. We were together. I shouldn’t say ‘things were simple’ because they weren’t that simple, but looking back it feels simple and…
We were really really happy. We would be tired on the way back sitting together on that train. I still remember that volleyball bulging out of her handbag. How kiddy we were. Dear me.
The bubble tea was not very good… the bubbles were too melty and the black currant tea tasted more like grape juice, but at least it was only $2.99 and the waitress said thank you when she took my money and said goodbye when I left. They were showing the Leaf game on the big screen which was kinda neat. It was their last game and they won. Mats Sundin was interviewed after the game and skated along the rink clapping his hands in the air. Poor Mats, I think it’s time Mats moves on to a better team. I’d like to see him play on the Flames.
My friend was telling about her boyfriend about how he’s chubby and he ought to do more sports. I asked my friend what sport her boyfriend likes. She said he likes squash. So play more squash… it’s dangerous you know, I said, that ball moves very quickly and it stings when it hits you… but it’s nice to play sports together. It made me think of the time Yuki and I were playing volleyball… She only played volleyball and she was good at it. That day she carried a volleyball in her handbag, she carried it the whole day we were walking around the city… We went to the beach then walked to a park near the castle ruins… She had borrowed the volleyball from her friend, and we played in the park. It was nice. We played keep-ups. Then we played dodgeball by taking turns throwing the ball really hard at each other, not to hit each other, but to throw it toward the person, like for example, she would throw the ball to me really hard to see if I can catch a ball that is thrown really hard at me. She threw really hard but I remember I caught it every time and she was annoyed. The way she threw the volleyball reminds me of some exaggerated movement from some manga comic. When it was my turn I threw it really hard at her too and there were many times she couldn’t catch it and the ball rebounded off her little body and she reacted comically as if there would be a BOING effect or something, and she was annoyed. I was amused. I was amused because she was annoyed and it made me throw the ball even harder at her just to get a reaction and I was so amused. We were so amused. We were happy. We were young. We were together. I shouldn’t say ‘things were simple’ because they weren’t that simple, but looking back it feels simple and…
We were really really happy. We would be tired on the way back sitting together on that train. I still remember that volleyball bulging out of her handbag. How kiddy we were. Dear me.
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