had to stay after school til 3 to get my freakin soccer uniforms.

i dont understand why they couldnt of just given them to us during practice.. instead of a friday afternoon.

anyway... so as we lined up outside the room, all the guys were arguing with eachother over what numbers they would get.

honestly, i dont give a crap about numbers. in my life, theres no such thing as a lucky number.

and of course.. i was last in line to pick my uniform since im the guy no one really gives a crap about. i dont care.

and so since i was last pick, the remaining numbers were 6, 11, 14, 15, 16, 27, 28, and 29. I randomly grabbed a bundle of clothes which happened to be #14.

so as im trying on the jersey to see how it fits, the head coach of the entire soccer program goes

"hey who's the one trying on #14?"

"uh... me.."

"ya know that number comes with a lot of responsibility.. I'd want a baller to have that number to carry on the legacy"

well shit, sorry i picked it up then.

"well then, im not your guy."

 so i put it back and picked up #15... no one sed anything. i suppose since that was my # last year, it really has no value at all. how fitting.

anyway.. that was a waste of time.

hope you guys have a good 4 day weekend..