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commotiocordis) wrote2007-02-20 02:42 am
commotiocordis) wrote2007-02-20 02:42 am
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Hee, I've got my email set up now to deliver all lj comment notifications to a folder called "Unreplied LJ comments" so hopefully I won't lose them so much in my 300 someodd message strong inbox. I had tried to do that earlier, more than a year ago, but for some reason it didn't work. Of course, that doesn't mean that I'll find time to answer them, but still. Yay.
Must go to bed. I've got more things to talk about, but I've decided that as I've got to get up early enough tomorrow to take a shower (as I managed to completely forget tonight and my hair is scummy) and take all the trash to the curb for pickup (of which there is a lot because of continued room cleaning), I should probably endeavor to get more than three hours of sleep. Which will not happen unless I fall asleep within the next 20 minutes. Damn.
Oh. And since I actually played volleyball for two games in one match on Sunday (which was funfunfun)? My knees are purple. Badly so. Makes me laugh, because it's all *paleywhitepaleywhite-purplishbrownishyuck-paleywhitepaleywhite* Dumb annoying habit of diving for the ball even when there's no chance of reaching it in time. I realize that there's no chance, and yet I dive. Probably because I want to make it look like I tried to get it so people don't think I'm lazy. Even though there's no chance that anyone would have been able to get it in my position. This needing to please people thing, I dunno.
I had to make a tag for self-analysis. Because I have tags for everything else and I do that so often that it practically deserves its own LJ. Makes me smile, because I realize that most people probably don't spend as much time analyzing the motives behind every unconscious decision/action/thought/dream as I do. Dunno what that says about me.
Must go to bed. I've got more things to talk about, but I've decided that as I've got to get up early enough tomorrow to take a shower (as I managed to completely forget tonight and my hair is scummy) and take all the trash to the curb for pickup (of which there is a lot because of continued room cleaning), I should probably endeavor to get more than three hours of sleep. Which will not happen unless I fall asleep within the next 20 minutes. Damn.
Oh. And since I actually played volleyball for two games in one match on Sunday (which was funfunfun)? My knees are purple. Badly so. Makes me laugh, because it's all *paleywhitepaleywhite-purplishbrownishyuck-paleywhitepaleywhite* Dumb annoying habit of diving for the ball even when there's no chance of reaching it in time. I realize that there's no chance, and yet I dive. Probably because I want to make it look like I tried to get it so people don't think I'm lazy. Even though there's no chance that anyone would have been able to get it in my position. This needing to please people thing, I dunno.
I had to make a tag for self-analysis. Because I have tags for everything else and I do that so often that it practically deserves its own LJ. Makes me smile, because I realize that most people probably don't spend as much time analyzing the motives behind every unconscious decision/action/thought/dream as I do. Dunno what that says about me.
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This makes me smile because I used to that back when I was on my *shudders* high school volleyball team. I didn't really want to be on the team, but the shrink-type person at school had said that I needed to take part in more school activities and volleyball seemed like a good idea. Seeing as pretty much everyone on the team strongly disliked me (granted, that was probably because I was such a bitch), I always felt like I had to overcompensate and dive insanely.
I don't know what the proper English term is; we called them "gym burns" but I'm from a French/German background so I have no idea whether there's a better word for that sort of rash/skin scraped off thing you get on your stomach when you slide on a gymnasium floor and your shirt wasn't tucked in. Do you get these too? I know that other than the dark purple knees that was my main volleyball injury.
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Ooh. Ouch. I avoid the school shrink types at all cost, or I'd probably have the same thing going on. I don't think ours is actually a shrink or anything, though. Which is unfortunate, because they're even less qualified to muddle in your life.
Seeing as pretty much everyone on the team strongly disliked me (granted, that was probably because I was such a bitch), I always felt like I had to overcompensate and dive insanely.
That's probably the reason I started doing it too. I was the quiet kid on the team that didn't go to their school (they were mostly the Catholic school kids, as I was playing for the parish up the road from my house) and I knew they talked about the few public school kids behind our backs, and yet I had this obsessive need for people to not think badly of me. So, diving. But it's almost worse now because I never know when they're going to ask me to play, and it's an adult league so they're all 14-44ish years older than me, so I'm diving to make them think I'll try so they'll ask me to play again, but as I didn't know I was going to be playing, I don't have kneepads.
that sort of rash/skin scraped off thing you get on your stomach when you slide on a gymnasium floor and your shirt wasn't tucked in
Oh, I know those well. Don't think there's an actual term for it being from a gym floor, or if there is, I'm not privy to it, but it's like a cross between rug burns and road rash, no? Your word sounds as good as any.