Got suits in for the team t'other day. They're all ridiculously tight. Stupid coaches ordered everyone suits one to four sizes smaller than they requested... me, usually wearing a 32, was given a 30. I felt really sorry for a couple of girls who ordinarily wore 36's but got 32's. Not really surprised we lost the meet, the straps of those suits dug into the shoulders like some sort of bondage... i think i still may have red marks.
Speaking of red marks, i got sun burned. All over my face. Despite the fact that i liberally applied sunscreen. And on the backs of my arms, where nobody really expects to get sunburned, so nobody really puts sunscreen there. Stupid sun! Somebody shoot it down! scream
Oh. Resounding proof that not only does swimming suck, but the management and members of the team sucks? The team shirts were ******** BRIGHT HOT PINK. And skin tight. And tank tops. Thankew, i don't need more opportunities to get my shoulders sunburned/show off my lack of rack/look like an airhead blonde (blonde is my natural color, but i was a redhead when i was born so it doesn't extend mentally). What was even worse, the girls on the team seemed to like the shirts. Gah! Now i have to put most of the swim team on my to kill list. They're all corporate sheep! sheep, i tell you!
Sheep.
Absinthe report: yum. Absinthe.
Poverty report: 262 gold. woop de frikkin do.
 Catena Carswell · Thu Apr 07, 2005 @ 04:52am · 4 Comments |
