football slash

I've stumbled upon some football slash communities. Spain has lots of hot footballers for some reason. Today I like Steven Gerrard and Xabi Alonso. I think they're going to hook up, actually.

I was going to go back to doing my work, but then I found this:


Gerrard and Alonso kisses after a winning a championship. YES!

zizou

Beckham and Zizou are manly men. I feel like Zizou is cooler though. Beckham has become more of a Hollywood thing.

I like Kaka. Ronaldo is okay too. They seem to get hotter as they get older. I think I've covered my today favorites.

zidane's version

Fanfiction//Football Slash//Zidane and Materazzi//World Cup 2006

My ball would not have been intercepted if not for Materazzi. He stayed close to me, not giving me any movement. Being this uncomfortably close, I could feel the heat of his body against mine.

He grabbed my shirt, holding onto it and me at once. There was no chance I could have made a move with his sweaty paws all over me.

"If you want my jersey so badly, I will give it to you after the match," I mocked. Did he think no one would notice? How could this be a professional footballer?

Furious and frustrated, I stalked away from the cheat. This was my last game before retirement and I was not going to let it be ruined.

"I prefer the whore that is your sister," he shouted after me.

The minute my head slammed into his chest, I knew it was all over. I didn't care. I was not going to tolerate such stupidity and mockery from an amateur.

Materazzi's version.

materazzi's realization

Fanfiction//Football Slash//Zidane and Materazzi//World Cup 2006

Knowing that Zidane was the greatest threat on the field, I tried to block his way. My body, sultry from the heat of the players, shielded him and allowed my teammates to securely kick the ball towards the opponent's goal. Lost in my enthusiasm, I found myself tugging at Zidane's shirt. When I came to realize this, I've already lost track of the ball and game itself. Zidane was frustrated, his jaded face scowling as usual.

His serious expression deepened into anger. Not looking me straight in the face, he mumbled in his deep and heavy voice, "If you want my jersey so badly, I will give it to you after the match."

I was taken aback by his aggression. For some reason, the sarcasm in his voice made me angry. As he walked away, I replied to his disheartening statement with one of my own, "I prefer the whore that is your sister."

I didn't mean a bit of what I had said. The words spilled from my mouth. It was a natural reflex, the same way I would kick a ball that comes my way. Zidane must have taken my comment to heart because he quickly devoted his attention to me.

He gathered a great deal of momentum and slammed his head heavily into my chest. I saw it happening in slow motion, but could not stop him. I was on the ground before I knew it, worried and pained. Something had happened and he would hate me for it.

i prefer the whore that is your sister

Today I came across an article about Zidane's headbutting incident during the 2006 World Cup. I was really disappointed back then because I was rooting for France. Anyway ------ As I was reading about why Zidane had headbutted Materazzi, something sparked. This is basically what I've gathered from the incident:

They're all playing soccer and whatnot. Materazzi tries block Zidane from getting to the ball. He tugs on Zidane's shirt. Zidane (with his famous super cool bad temper) says sarcastically, "If you want my jersey so badly, I will give it to you after the match." Materazzi then says, "I prefer the whore that is your sister." Then Zidane headbutts the idiot. Zidane gets a red card and leaves his team to lose because if he had been there France would've totally made all the penalty kicks.

Get it? After I read about what actually happened, I really wanted to look up some sort of fanfic about Zidane and Materazzi. Sadly, I can't find any at all.

Am I the only one who sees the connection here? Materazzi lightly tugs on Zidane's shirt. Zidane says, "You can have it." He offers his freakin' shirt! Zidane is an ill-temper hottie and Materazzi is a little idiot who wants Zidane's attention. They're in love.

There is a great possibility that Zidane and Materazzi are gay for each other.

Zidane is a little old now, but he is pretty hot. I like his bad temper and the fact that he offered his shirt to Marco. XD Those things in his ears kind of resemble earrings. So now he's wearing large yellow earrings! He's hinting something, guys.

I might write up a fanfic myself. I have other papers to write, yes, but this is so much more entertaining. Plus the only thing I have to watch at work is soccer and I'm getting a little addicted.

rainy day

It's raining and I have work in an hour. I don't feel like going at all. I just want to stay home and not have to worry about anything.

I have everything to worry about though. My senior project is due soon. I must start it tomorrow. I have work all day Saturday... so I won't have any time at all. Then there are those essays for biology and that one for English. That's about it, isn't it? Since I'm leaving next Thursday for the whole weekend, I'll have to turn in all my assignments for every class by Wednesday. The quarter is closing and I go off to PSU. What awful timing. I hate how everything is mushed together like this.

I want some space.

I'm actually considering not going. Maybe I should just stay put, do homework and go to work. Then at least I'll make money. If I take off next Saturday, that's like losing a hundred. What a waste.

I had imagined Spring break to be much much better.

so today

I finally told my mom that I'm going to Penn State next year. And she said, "I don't care."

how life is going thus far

Will wait for my lovely break. I wrote a poem about a nimbus cloud today for workshop tomorrow. God I hate poetry class.

I still need to work on my senior project. That is the only thing I really need to worry about right now. Why won't I just do it already? Back to reading Harrison slowly.

they can't

Kim Harrison said that they can't make babies because their chromosomes won't line up. Which reminds me of bio... which reminds me that I've yet to complete my quiz.

I'm reading the remainder of ODW rather sparingly. I think I will save some of it for the long torturous day at school and work tomorrow. I always go into depression mode after something good comes to an end. One year for the next book! One year!

kisten's dead

I can't stop reading Kim Harrison's book but I don't want to finish it because the seventh book won't be out until next year. That's forever. And I'm so obsessed. I have work all day tomorrow. Maybe I'll read Handmaid's Tale at work instead. I hope it rains so much that no one comes into the restaurant and I'll be forced to read all day.

So I have Sunday to: start and finish the senior exit project stuff, work on biology quizzie, write up a few poems, and maybe work on Frechie's essay. Maybe.

Now I'm off to write to Kim Harrison. Witches and elves can't make babies!

Variations on the Word Sleep

Variations on the Word Sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

--Margaret Atwood