AZN SENSATION'S Uber Long Day

Hello ladies,

I've had a very long day. After waking up at 6:30, I helped to wash and dry over 100 cars from 7:30 to around 3:00. In that interval, I also had to conduct mass (Catholic celebration of the Eucharist in case you guys don't know...iono.) with malfunctioning equipment (mics, wires, mixers, projectors, guitars...you get the drift).

I learned some things while washing all of these cars.
1) Some people never wash their cars.
2) Some of the above have good reasons. Others are just lazy fatasses.
3) Old Korean people don't give a shit about their cars until the high school kids decide to have a fundraiser. [I think I've seen more dust, dirt, bird crap, and f***ed up paint today than I've seen during the rest of my life]
4) My parents are careful drivers. My dad would kill himself if there was a dent on his car. The rest of the world? Again, they don't seem to give a shit.
5) Some people buy the sexiest cars they can find. It's only after they purchase the car that they realize they don't know how to drive.

Overall, we earned $1150. It's enough to send some kids to our summer camp, which is about the best experience ever. I think we did a good day's work if we can manage to send several kids to the best thing that'll happen to them all summer. ^0^

From about 3:30 to 9:00 I was outside yet again, playing grass volleyball. Here, I met a man whom I quickly learned to dislike. Not only was he a very middle-aged man attempting to play volleyball with a bunch of high school/college students, he was very pompous and extreme. He introduced himself to me;

"S____. What's your name?"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Yeana."
"Yana?"
"Yeana. (yen-na)"
"Hannah. Nice to meet you."
". . ."

During the game, he would solemnly talk to anyone who missed their serve. I missed a serve. As I came up, sore that I had lost the point, he looked straight at me.

"Hannah. I was counting on you. Every serve lost is a point lost."

I smiled with my lips and glared at him from behind my sunglasses. I paid very close attention as he served. He threw the ball up, grunted loudly, swung, mishit, and missed the serve with a loud

"SHIIIIIIIT!"

I grinned.

Several people let the ball drop in front of them. This is understandable; there are no distinguishable places in which to station onesself in grass volleyball: it all looks the same. Of course, he had to cry out,

"DEFENSE FIRST. LET'S GET A PASS. LET'S ROCK N ROLL!!!!!!"

The ball bounced high off of a block. It went straight to him.

"GARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!"

He screamed and didn't move at all. Rather, he sat down on the spot as the ball came to rest right before him.

And so the day progressed. And all the time he seemed to take a special interest in me, as if I were his student and he had a duty to teach his young padawan all of the ways that the force could help one become successful in the straight and narrow path of volleyball. It was rather interesting, how he tried to teach me in something that I obviously knew more about.

Don't get me wrong, I usually have the utmost respect for all people, especially when they're playing sports that they have never had a hand in. I know how it feels. (Me with a tennis raquet = death) But this guy was pissing me off. I mean, I don't mind that he sucks. That's not really his fault. And I can't blame him for being old. But dude, don't frikkin try to teach me with your crappy skills. I most likely have more experience playing volleyball than you.

If anything went right today, it was the money we raised with the carwash and the darker skin tone that I acquired during both the carwash and volleyball.

I'm tired as hell. It's 10:00 and I feel disgusting. I'm going to soak for a long long time to get all of the nastiness off then I'm off to bed. I love all of you.

-Yeana-