::Frisbee Head::

I admit I laxed and don't remember my dreams really, except that I dreamed about going wedding dress shopping with Anneli and Saren the night after I had gone dress shopping with Anneli and Saren, so there's not much to analyze there: my brain was tired and just repeated at night what it had seen that day. I had other dreams that I don't remember, because I haven't exactly been good about going to bed like I was in Costa Rica... you just get EXHAUSTED at about ten o'clock there, but here... I'm much more likely to be exhausted in the morning and not at night. I can't figure out why. I guess here is just a more stressful atmosphere because I'm not on vacation anymore.

::Frisbee Head::

So Boston and Tagg had their birthday parties together yesterday, and Bridget invited me, so I cam with Saren's family to the little kiddies party. Devin, the kid's father, invited some work friends that he wants to set up with Ananda, Saren, or Sharyti, and they (Ultimate Frisbee players, btw) decided to join us in playing frisbee. Ananda and Sharyti--who are actually athletic and pretty good at frisbee had 1. a fractured bone in her foot (Ananda) and 2. a strained muscle in her upper thigh (Sharyti). Do I need to say anything about me and Saren other than we're a little bit athletically hopeless?

So, of course boy #1, Aaron, likes to be doing these silly, fancy ultimate frisbee moves and yells to boy #2, Eric, "Hey, go long!" And they're runnin' all over the place, and us girls are just kindof like, "Woot. Good job. Cool." And I'm like, "Good, throw to each other and leave us alone cuz I didn't invite you."

Then, Aaron, has to go and throw a "long one" while I'm not paying attention and it hits me smack! on the side of my head and falls down next to me.

Is this painfully familiar, or what? I vaguely remember several similiar occassions to this one... with a tether ball... with a volleyball I launched at my own face... plastic jumping rope welts and laughter... And this one glorious time I did see that dodge ball coming right towards my face, and I stopped and though to myself, "Oh, no you don't again!" And I stood my ground and smacked it away to an open-mouthed crowd of third-graders: bravo, I know.

That incidence was the only smack away instead of the smack in the head... like the one time that someone actually threw me the ball in P.E. football in High School... people collapsed in laughter that time.

Some things just don't change very much, and neither do people's reactions.

As soon as I was hit: gasp, hahaha, oh, no! Are you all right? Are you hurt? Hahahahahaha!

So, of course, Aaron has to run up and embrace me (uncalled for) and rub my head as though I'm some comfortless, bawling five-year-old, and "I'm sorry! Did that hurt? Wow, I totally whacked you!" blah, blah, blah, and I'm: stiff and glowering and like, "Yeah, it didn't hurt. It was just the stupid little one. It's fine."

And then he's like, "Oh, I think there's a hole in your head! I can see your brains coming out!"

So I back-handed him in the chest because I was annoyed that he was still touching me and that he had messed up my hair rubbing my head. Then he left me alone. I was probably too obviously annoyed, so I tried to be more civil after that. Geez. Aaron wasn't like this, but it just reminds me of how guys get all offended when they tell you stupid joke and expect you to act like a stereotypical stupid girl and laugh at every un-funny, stupid thing they say.

Well, that rang a little bitter... Don't tell that to some guy I date if I ever date one...