Ottobre Trentauno, 12:05 PM

Geez. Just woke up from sleep. Last nigh was a blast.

Yesterday was Lane’s 18th birthday. Before anything else, she asked me if I could come to her party, and I promised her that I would. She told me (weeks before) that her birthday was another game day. Great. I wanted to see the game live, anyway, so I went with her.

Whilst on the bus (we commutted), we talked about the wrong decisions we made for our birthdays. She said that I should come with her to Hongkong, instead of attending that stupid Josh Groban concert. I said that Josh Groban’s concert was not stupid, and coming to Hongkong is a more stupid idea. Supposedly, Lane’s mom would give her a Hongkong roundtrip as her birthday present, but she refused, because nobody’s going with her. She added that I shoud’ve not watched Josh Groban concert, and spend the money for a Hongkong roundtrip also. Hello? I never liked Hongkong, and I vowed before (a very long time ago), that I would really watch Josh Groban, if ever he visits the country. Well, nine days after my birthday, he came.

Lane never allowed me to go to 7-11, because she thought that we’re late. We arrived at the gym, wherein another bus was waiting. We climbed in and everyone wished her a happy birthday. The new coach called her and asked to sit beside him. I heard that he was offering a new position in the national team for Lane, as his birthday gift. I didn’t catch what Lane said, but I’m sure, she rejected the offer.

We got into the road and I played chess with Abby. No kidding, I almost fell into sleep. Lane was right; Abby acts like a bit affected with retardation. She’s nice, in a way, so I still like her. Besides, she’s stall and slender, and very pretty.

It’s a bit chilly in the venue, especially in the dug-out. I don’t wanna tell how the team lost. After the game, I noticed two boys stalking around the dug-out. I know they’re waiting for someone. When we emmerged from the dug-out the two boys asked for a pose with the Captain, she did happily and we all went to the courtside, to watch the second game. I saw Topex Robinson walking around, and the thought of asking for a picture with me came popped into my brain, but I shrugged it off, because he’s no cutie, you know.

We all went back to the gym and took a quick bath. Then, we headed to Lane’s house for the party. I don’t like how it went. Cigarette smoke was everywhere, so was the alcohol. The setter wanted me to take a shot but I really refused to do it, so she went back to her seat, pissed off.

Cindy, Abby, Rosan and I all sat in the corner, eating cakes and sandwiches. Cindy believes that drinking and smoking can affect each one’s game, negatively. I went home, around midnight. Abby and Cindy drived me home. Mom believed that I was drunk, because according to her, I look and sound drunk. But I didn’ smell drunk, though.

I took a bath and went to sleep with wet hair, after, that’s why I have a cold right now.

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