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›bio: mina
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›8/10/2005
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Gator Country: Eat! F***! Burn!
I feel like I've been shot at and missed, but shit at and hit. Aw lawdy, my body aches.

Rugby is not a sport for pussies. That being said, I just joined a women's team, the Santa Monica Rugby Club. They were best in the league last year. Our season starts in 5 weeks. I just bought Rugby for Dummies (i.e., me).

I took it in the face Tuesday from a girl with pink hair. It was awesome.

I also jammed my finger, scraped up my right knee, and the insides of my elbows hurt. The t-shirt I wore to practice already smells like ass.

Rugby's funny. Ya see, unlike "American football", when a player gets tackled, the game keeps going. That was my first big lesson. If (when) you fall down, you get your ass up for another beating!

My second big lesson was calculating my body fat today in Circuit City. I was looking for a program they didn't have, and noticed this fat counter in the gadget section. Feeling full of myself, I pressed my thumbs on the metal pads, hit the "GO!" button, and the damn thing flashed the FAT icon at me. I figured it must've been broken, so I tried it again. Same thing. Again, with my second fingers. Again with one thumb and one finger. Hm. Embarked on finding the package for directions, figuring that too many Joe Q. Publics probably rendered the one on display inoperable and TOTALLY AND CLEARLY INCORRECT. (Then I realized -- eww -- how many people have touched this thing?)

But I got my green knee socks, my black game shorts, and my game face on. Oh and my mouthguard. Can't forget that.








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