Ahh, it is Sunday. What a day ive had. I woke up at 8:30 to visit my grandma who visits from Washington once a year. After that i finished all my homework and i finished memorizing my speech. After that i had a soccer game, that was a feisty game. We played Boyle Heights, and let me tell you, you can take the kid out of the ghetto but not the ghetto out of the kid. They were so rough there's no choice but to be rough back, but the ref gives me a yellow card, and i was sad... Then my teammate Adrian went in their penalty box and was knocked down but took the dude who knocked him down with him, then the other dude jumped on top of him and started punching him in the face many times. Very interesting. On a lighter note, DON'T YOU EVER LIKE SOMEONE AND WANT TO TELL THEM SO BAD! I'm so sad because all i want to o is admit, but i can't. She doesn't share the same feelings.