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The Big Game [Sep. 6th, 2004|12:25 am]
Roberto DaCosta
[mood |infuriatedinfuriated]

Well, we just recently had the big end-of-the-year Boy Team VS Girls Team soccar game. I played the game fair and square. I didn't use my powers at all this time to give me an edge. Well...maybe a little.

But the game stucked because we didn't win. The boy's team ended up loosing to the girls 11 to 9. Aren't those numbers very coincidental? It's spooky.

It was a really exciting game even up to the fourth quarter but we started to choke after that. Now I regret not using the sun to my advantage more. I'd probably score twice as many goals if I did. And half the people from the institute were there. It was really embarassing to get beaten by a bunch of girls. The stupid coach should have trained us harder or something. I don't know.

But now we have to go back to school soon. This has been the worst summer ever.
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(no subject) [Jul. 21st, 2004|10:33 am]
Roberto DaCosta
[mood |hungryhungry]

Summer has been pretty easy going. I've been practicing soccer now and then with Jean. I'm really starting to notice how good she is, and it kinda worries me. I guess it's all the more reason for me to practice even harder.

The other day I was going to the park for some air when I noticed that on Vine St there was a Taco Bell, next to a chineese resteraunt, next to an italian deli. I was like "What is this, an International Fair?"

For anyone who doesn't know it already, International Fair is this thing at school every year where you can dress up in a traditional costume of another country or bring in food of antoher country. It was fun last year. I didn't where anything but I brought in Esfirrss. They're Brizilan food that are like seasoned ground beef wrapped in bread that has been fried with egg whites. It's really good. My grandma taught me how to make them when I was like 5 or 6. I wonder if anyone from the institute went. If they did, I didn't see them.
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practicing again...I'm getting tired of this. [Jul. 14th, 2004|03:53 am]
Roberto DaCosta
[mood |anxiousanxious]

Okay so lately I've been trying to catch Jean when she has free time, but no luck. I need help with my soccer moves. Yeah, that's right, I'm actually admitting *I* need help. You gotta do what you gotta do to get better. I know she's got a *little* more expirience than me so maybe she could show me a thing or two before the match.

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(no subject) [Jun. 29th, 2004|08:47 pm]
Roberto DaCosta
[mood |irritatedirritated]

My soccer ball is really old and beat up and I need it to practice. I should go get a new one maybe. I gotta practice alot so I'm in good shape when we beat the girls team at that Battle of the Sexes game the coaches were talking about. Victory always tastes so good.

How to make a stronger_than_u

1 part pride

1 part humour

3 parts ego
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add curiosity to taste! Do not overindulge!
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