yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Basketball and Ultimate Frisbee So Saturday I drove up to Flagstaff. My brother's basketball team (he goes to Southern Utah University) was there playing NAU and I wanted to see one of my favorite people. Side note--NAU has some mighty cute coaches. My roomate and I decided that we are going to go to all the games--it's just a two hour drive. We sat right behind the bench, and one of the coaches on my brother's team was a bit of a character. I swear he was wearing a thong. Every once in a while he would stand up and stamp his foot three or four times, and when that wouldn't work, he would dig his wedgie out--right there, in front of the entire crowd. Talk about crass! We were busting up. My bro's bus left within half an hour after the game, but it was worth seeing him. We had a really good talk in outside the locker room after the game. He's thinking possibly of transfering down here, maybe. I would love that. Monday night I played Ultimate Frisbee with my friends. Actually, let me clarify. My friend Elizabeth and I walked up and down the field talking about guys while the guys ran furiously around the field after the frisbee. Every once in a while they would stop and talk to us--ask us what we were talking about. We would tell them the truth--them! There were two bloody noses that night--poor boys. Our team won, though. Elizabeth and I considered ourselves on-field morale boosters. Mr. Yellow Scarf kept coming up behind me and tickling me when I least expected it! Silly boy! I don't know why guys have such a fascination with tickling. "Ungerman" was there. He complimented me on my hair. I'm thinking I'm not quite as over him as I've tried to convince myself. You know what that means don't you? I must kiss somebody. The minute I kiss somebody I will become emotionally connected to them and forget all about "Ungerman". Mr. Yellow Scarf has that nice soft beard. I'm still working on my letter to my father. The longer I work on it, the clearer the boundaries I want to set with him become. I feel good about this. I just hope able to be less of a "control freak" in my romantic relationships. I am, you know. Even Laura, the counselor I work with tells me. I asked her for a checklist to overcome this little quirk, and she told me I was smart enough to come up with my own. What kind of a counselor is that! She's great, actually. It was a pretty smart idea. I'm going to try it. 10:55 a.m. - January 08, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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