OK  big debate happened on the ski trip and it was based around whether or not the word nonsensical was actually a word. I for one knew it was one, but my stubborn best friend, who is a science student by the way, and all her science friends who think they walk on water because they know about protons and neutrons and how to make a liquid turn purple and what not.. said that it was IN FACT not a word. AGAIN the arts student prevails and will eventually rule the world with all the knowledge that she has from contemporary moral issues to evolutionary anthropology.. it is a word! look it up under nonsense.. nonsensical is in fact an adjective! boom baby!! YA'LL BETTER RECOGNIZE

so ya i have so much reading to do for my world war 2 course.. im screwed.. midterm next tuesday and its really hard to read when i have a sinus headache that it feels like somone kicked me in the face.. like literally.. oh that reminds me of the times when i was kicked in the face with the soccer ball.. i could have told anyone at the moment it happened that i thought my nose had relocated to my forehead..ohh goodtimes.. i never went down when it happened.. i was a tough cookie! hahaha but really it hurt like a biatch.. speaking of soccer, i had a soccer dream last night.. and the dream was such a true representation of my feelings on soccer now..  this was how it went i was all excited to get to the game.. i got there first..but i didn't have my stuff on.. and my teammates started to arrive.. and the first one there was megan from whitby who got into a fist fight with a parent in the ontario cup..WEIRD considering all the amazing friends i have from soccer she was the first one to show up.. but she got there.. and started warming up with her uniform on but i still sat there.. and i didn't move.. i couldn't..i was so frustrated because part of me didn't want to move but it was completly fighting back the one that just wanted to get out there.. and then all my old school soccer teammates showed up.. like steph morra and elicia morris..probably because i associate them with the Storm when we could not be beat.. and my favourite person in the whole world was there.. craig.. my coach..the greatest person to play for in the world because he always made me want to be the best that i can and i wanted to play well for him..and im still so mad that some parents on my team at the time treated him so badly and thought he was a bad coach.. WTF.. stupid Tsa's dad.... and the feelings i had in my dream was that i didn't want to disappoint him..and thus i didn't try.. and i was so frustrated.. and right now.. the biggest regret i have was giving up my dream... i was so close when i made that choice that all i cared about was being skinny and didn't care about soccer.. i loved soccer..like LOVED..it was my passion in life..and it still is.. that feeling being on the field... the intensity of competition.. the comradery that you have with your teammates..the fact that i used to get up at 6am on the days i had tournaments even though i could have slept for a couple more hours.. but i couldnt because i was too excited.. i still remember my first tournament when i was 7.. it was the first year for the all-stars..and i was playing in an age group two years older than i was..it saddens me just thinking about the fact that i gave all of that up.. i have COUNTLESS memories of not only playing but also watching my sisters games and going to her tournaments... but that disease just took over my life and i know if i just kick myself for that happening ill just keep on living in the past and it will stop me from moving on into the future. and i have started to.. but a large part of my wants it back..and i feel like if i work hard enough i know i can get there...whoa.. interesting where writing takes u when you don't think you have anything  to say...