My Door

Today I got my ninth yellow card of the soccer season in an interesting way-on a corner kick, I ran into the goalie (not hard, though, I barely hit him) and he immediately threw himself to the ground, clutching the side of his head and screaming. It was kind of a spark for the whole game-the other team yelled a panapale of obscenities at me, the parents threatened players on my team with a rather pointy-looking umbrella. I laughed and promptly ran right at the goalie again, he punched me and we got a free kick. He was so angry that he cost them the game, and just to rub it in I scored from the center line. As there were no knives involved this time, it was a good game, all I got was punched in the chest and elbowed in the nose.

This I also found amusing: Last night I closed the door to my room before noticing that it had no knob. As everyone else in the house was asleep I couldn't make a loud noise trying to open it, so I just forgot about it and went to sleep. When I woke up this morning I tried to open it but couldn't, because apparently the fact that my window was closed meant that the air pressure made it hard to open. I had to knock for someone to come let me out.