Infuriating, Dishonourable, Unfair... Usual life.

First off, let me say this. Today was a good day. Any day where I get to play football is a good day. Now, the stain on the suit is this: we lost that game. I don't care that we lost, even though I just said I did. Be quiet. Don't point out my contradicting points. The thing is, the city we played in had such bad officiating, that the referee was under-aged, inexperienced, and bias towards the home team, which, unfortunately, was not us. Not only that, but the linesmen were non-existent. Parents who had come to watch the game had to sub in. This was all well and good. Usually this happens, since parents are supposed to be the role-models, right? The honourable ones who set a good example for the children to follow. Yeah, tell that to the other guy.

I'm infuriated by the lack of honour that the linesman from the opposing team had. He let all of the calls go, and one of them, the last one, the ball was out by three inches, the player controlling it (who was on the opposing team, by the way), was at least two feet out of the boundaries, and the linesman was right there. This blatant show of bias, and downright cheating led to the tying goal (the referee missed a couple calls), and after that, he turned it against us. When we had a run-up down that side of the field, and were close to the boundary, but not out of it, he'd raise his flag, and the referee, who was either naive or incognito, agreed, and we couldn't get any plays completed!

Eventually, it ended in a shoot out, on a bad muddy field that shouldn't be used for a Cup Tournament game, which our game was. The weather was wonderful, at least. Probably about 2 Celsius, with a nice rain falling. I honestly enjoyed the weather. My hands were a bit cold though.

I cannot believe the nerve of that dishonourable wretch, that excuse for a parent, that excuse for a decent human being! I can at least take solace from the fact that we shall be playing them again late in February, so I'll be able to shove our to-be win in his face, giving him that "No matter how much you cheat, get me mad, and I'll spurn you right back" look. How anyone would come to fall for him and sire children with him, I have no idea, but he is a dishonourable wretch, completely made of slime, the type of person that has no honour, deserves no merit, and cannot be trusted. The kind of slime you always see fucking* up this world, the kind that ruins an otherwise perfectly fine day, for everyone. I hope his kids are ashamed of their father.


In other news, my father had another bout of road rage. He needs to get out of the city soon. He's overworked, overstressed, and needs to get back in tune with reality. Not just his reality, but everyone else's. I do love my father, but he frightens me so at times like those. It reveals the beast within him. Hm, at least he doesn't strike my mother. That, I am very thankful for. They both love each other, and my family isn't separated.

In other news non-related to the other news, I have finally found my guitar niche. The Blues. It feels wonderful playing it, and my mother remarked that before, practising songs, I had just been practising, but when I played the Blues pieces with the MP3 files my teacher had sent me, I was actually playing, and I was in the zone. That's good to hear.

Back to school on Monday, by the way, for all of you kids in my area. Not that any of you would actually read a blog like mine, heh.

If you are ever at the movie theatre, and don't mind subtitles, go and see Pan's Labyrinth. Once again, its a blatant shout to the declining quality of Hollywood Movies. A Spanish film, its about a little girl who's mother marries a Captain in Franco's Army, in World War II Spain. They're at a mill, trying to root out some rebels entrenched in the area. The Captain is a cruel, sadistic man who is so dominant as to just be unbearable. Obey him, or die. The antagonist of the film, for sure. For those of you squeamish ones, you might want to steel yourself before you come, or have two friends to suffocate in your terror... *cough* ... Theodore *cough*...

Anyway, the girl discovers a Labyrinth from times of old, and within that labyrinth is a well that leads to a portal. But the portal is sealed. There is a wondrous faun** there, who says to the girl that she is the Underground Realm's King's long lost daughter reborn into another body, and that to open the portal once again, she has to complete three tasks.

It's an amazing movie, and I would recommend it to anyone who can stand a bit of blood, cruelty, and if you bring a squeamish friend who clamps to arms when uncomfortable, loss of circulation.

*Hm... Okay, yeah. Interpret that as you will. I just mean the insensitive people with no sense of fairness that have absolutely no positive effect on the world.

** The faun is made of sticks. Almost. It's cool. The Spanish did a wonderful impression of folklore, fantasy, and what looked to be ancient Celtic architecture.