Lost, but Won

Evidently, we lost the game Tuesday, but damn- that was the best game I've ever played. I ran, I hit, I tackled, I was subbed in too many times... I got to start, though, which was new. Game on monday, and if we win, playoffs!

Absences Amounting

I haven't been too happy recently.

We had a game against Notre Dame on Monday, the... 11th. I didn't play first (I never do), and got to watch ND play dirtier, and dirtier. People were bleeding, couldn't breathe, and Maddy now has a splendid bruise around her eye, but I digress.

They eventually had number nine and ten in the Sin Bin, so there's their scrumhalf and their flyhalf gone. I was sent on and didn't play very well because I was scared. Kira's lip was bleeding Christine's head ached, Gigi had been seized by her ponytail and pushed into the ground, and so on.
We lost 12-5, which is two tries and a converted try to a try. F**k.

Our second game was Friday the 15th. We were at Pius X, and our warm-ups were so... bad. We fumbled passes, and did stupid things. Then the game started at 4 when the schedule clearly said 3:30. Nobody told the ref. Who, might I add, was so fussy. Shoulders a high tackle? I mean, the time Cass grabbed the girl by the neck (accidentally!) was high, but shoulders? Gigi and Kathleen were both out. They're twins, and they're tall, so they aim for shoulders and drop to knees. We were playing two short =(.

Our flanker came off, and Kadija, our other flanker, was sitting on the sidelines doing nothing! So I went on as flanker, Caroline came off, so I jumped to props, and Amy became flanker, she who has never played the position before. Come to think of it, neither have I. Anyway, we played well, and lost 7-5. Their eight-man was so predictable. On a back-ten penalty, she'd tap and go, and run by herself, drawing the defenders before passing to the exact same bleeding person.

Then in a line-out, all of the sudden, someone ran through, and grabbed the ball. What the hell? Speaking of lineouts, Dale was gone, so I was lifting Kat, who's shorter, and heavier. I couldn't get her up, so we lost quite a few lineouts.

I played until a few minutes to the end when I was sent a sub. Which I didn't want.

After their try, no one brought water. What happens is, after a try, the kicker gets to try and kick the ball between the upright goalposts, and the other team lounges around their endzone. During this time, we are alloted water.

Which didn't come.

Damn.

I played pretty well, but I feel as though I could have lifted Kat better, and run faster to stop that girl from getting that try.

I did tackle someone, and she swore at me as she fell =P. I just ducked, grabbed her knees, and used her momentum to flop her over. She offloaded, so no rucking for me. I rucked a few times, shoved in a maul...

So there's the game at my school tomorrow, so we have to win. Fingers crossed for me?

Babblety Babble

Babble #1
My first 15-a-side rugby game, on Monday. We played St. Mark's, and won 32-0. If you don't know how rugby works, grab a drink, sit back, and I'll explain a wee bit for ye.
Getting points is called a "try", which you get by touching the ball into the endzone. Five points per try, and two for every time you kick the ball between the goalposts. So we had six tries, and one extra.
I think I played 15 minutes (each half is half an hour in 15s). I went on a wee bit before half-time, and was sent a sub a while after. I took my mouthguard out, and found it foamy, not spitty =S. Apparently, I wasn't hydrated enough.
They kicked to us the second half, and I noticed no one was moving towards the ball. I picked it (I think I yelled "PICK!") and ran with it. Two people tackled me, and I presented to ball to my side, was rucked over, and kept going. But the fancy bit is, that when I got tackled, I bounced. My right side is so sore! And I've only got a little thumbprint of a bruise on my hip-bone.
My next game's at Notre Dame on Tuesday, at 4:45pm. Am quite excited =).

Babble #2
Finished Object: Leonard da Quirm's Sock (the one on the left. His right, but our left)
Pattern: 32 sts, 10 rnds k2, p2 rib, a bit of st st, w and t heel, foot, toe, etc.
Yarn: King Cole Merino Blend DK, Coral : Klutz Knitting Kit, Blue Varigated
Needles: 2.5mm Addi Turbo Lace needles (my left index is so sore D=)

I ran out of yarn for the toe- whoops. It's a bit funny, but ah well, it fits. Ish.

Babble #3
Two in one post, eh?

Finished Object: Dishcloth of Boredom
Pattern: 30 sts, garter stitch
Yarn: Bernat Handcrafter Cotton, Pink
Needles: 5mm, and some crochet hook- J?

Knit until was square, cast off, crocheted border. Am still bored =(.

Babble #4
Who can sing in a cage, with bars so cold, and space so small? Who can lift a voice in song when trapped and enclosed?
Abused, and sketched, who will sing?
Not I.
In response to Pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau. Written in French class, if you must know.

Well, I promised, and promised, and promised...

And finally have something to show for it! Yaay!

Finished Object: Promise Socks, for my mother, whose patience is bordering on saintly
Pattern: The YarnHarlot's Vanilla Sock Recipe
Yarn: Bernat Sox Multi, in Wooded Denim
Needles: 2.5 mm double pointed needles

I did two inches of two-by-two ribbing, and one inch of plain stockinette before I started the heel. After the heels, I knitted until the whole thing measured seven and a half inches from the very back of the heel. And voila! Socks, finally.

Now I just have to make those bleeding Coquette socks for her... *grumble grumble grumble*

In other knitting news, I finished a sock for a stuffed lion of mine named Leonard da Quirm. The name's from Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, by the way. Anyhoo, he had one sock from my two-at-a-time tutorial, and I felt as though he needed a second, totally unmatched sock. Pictures are still in the works. Read: I should be doing homework now, and ought to take a damned picture, but that is much much much less important than homework I left off.

Rain

Prompt: Write about water. A pond, a lake, a sea, an ocean. A trickle, a brook, a stream, a river. A sprinkle, a rain, a downpour, a typhoon. What relation does it have with characters, objects, time, place, etc. in your writing? (Nephilim on Teen Writers Discussion Topic "Harcore Writers", on Ravelry

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Water, water, water, falling from the sky, in drops, sheets, buckets, as well as cats and dogs.

She stands in the middle of it, her happy face upturned, mouth wide open to catch the drops of delight as they tumble from the sky. Her arms are thrown wide, palm up, catching more drops than her mouth. Her hair is plastered to her head, and her clothing is stuck to her skin. The hungry streams, dry for so long burst their banks, flowing with water for the first time in months. Grass long dead drinks deeply, and revives before her eyes. A landscape of dry tan bursts into brown mud, green grass, and beautiful flowers right in front of her.

All the water falling by her seems to miss her mouth. It lands instead on her nose, onto her eyelids, her cheeks. It drops into the shells of her ears, and she’ll shake it all out later, laughing, drying herself off with a towel. But for now, she forgets what dry is, and revels in the water.

Water pools in her palms, and she brings it quickly to her mouth, giggling as it all falls out onto the ground. Her shoes are soaked, and she kicks off the clinging Converse, pulling off her socks, throwing the dainty white things into the mud at her feet, digging her toes into the luxuriously soft and malleable mud.

And the rain falls. It falls heavily one moment, thundering on the roof, screaming through the air, wind whipping the drops at her face. But then it’s soft the next moment, kissing her cheeks, caressing her lips, and dribbling sweetly into the streams.

The pressure changes so often, she’s never sure which face of the rain she loves more. Puckering her lips, she kisses the rain as it tumbles onto her lips. She cups her hands, and lifts them high, catching drops, and bringing them quickly to her mouth. She gets a mouthful of water, and laughs so hard she cries.

With a sigh, she grabs her shoes and socks, and wanders home, delighted by the rain.

Rain, rain, rain…

How to begin?

As one with many aliases, I'm never sure how to introduce myself. Hi, I'm Isabel in real life. But you might know me as Toile-dAraignee, or Morning, or (oh dear) as Redfern, if we go that far back. But at any rate- hello.

I like to write. So, you may be in luck if you like to read fanfiction, which I may just post. I also like to write original things, which are quite often depressing, but I'm trying to get out of that rut. I like to knit too! I write some patterns occasionally, which shall be posted here soonest. (Read: as soon as I get them out of my head, and test knit them) Cooking's fun, sooo expect recipes.

That everything I need to say? Hope so =).

Oh. I forgot. I'm a teenager, and I reeeeeally like elongating words with extra vowels, and adding smiley-faces. Just by the way.