" Mother i can tell what you've been thinking

staring at the stars on your ceiling

thinking once there was a power that you were wielding

and now ive hit the mark

staring at the dark

and i cannot help but ignore

the people staring at my scars"
LITTLE SECRETS. PASSION PIT

Spontaneous, unplanned Michael Jackson is an extremely effective way to get your mind off of soccer tryouts. I would have felt a bit strange if he was my pump up music of choice, however the nice change in tempo on this Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin SLASH Michael Jackson CD was worth blasting as loud as the car speakers would go. And music this loud makes me feel like I dont exist, my hearts pulsations in the inconsistent beats and there is no room in my mind for anything else.

"Six foot five with Amazon legs" is the apparently the only impression I've left on my coach after most of a season.

Its generally unnerving to be watched with clip boards and taken notes on. The coaches seem huge (since their opinions mean everything) and I am an ant, scrambling around attempting to gather their attention, without being crushed. What could they possibly be writing down for remembrance?

Girls show intense fear and expressions of pain when running is mentioned

Girls mess up with consistency once an evaluator nears within a fifty foot radius

Girls involve in frequent hushed whisper sessions about other girls

Girls stuff Sour Patch Kid candies into their mouths like there's no tomorrow