I stood there, watching her die.

I stood there, watching her die..

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end of football season

The past few years I’ve played for an IM football team and we’ve been close to winning the IM championships, getting to the semis/finals.  This year our team diverged from the original group in order to have a better chance at winning, but then we got moved up to the B league.  Our game was close, going into overtime, but in the end we lost.  It makes me sad because it was my last opportunity to get a championship shirt and because the loss was largely my fault for underestimating the girls I guarded.

Today, Texas lost against Baylor…badly.  I hate losing. Entering UT with McCoy as quarterback and getting used to watching our team win and then going to a barely winning record was pretty sad.  I’m glad I got to watch Texas play in a National Championship game while I was a student though.

I like football season a lot, for several reasons.  I like rooting for a team that I care about, getting together with people to watch the games, and sometimes tailgating.  The past 2 years I missed most of the games because of Ultimate, so it makes me sad that the season’s over without having been able to partake in a lot of the fun that comes with it.

Ready, Go!

My allergies have been really bad since Sunday.  I hate allergies. I sneeze really loudly and I don’t always have tissue, but sometimes have snot so then it’s just gross.  Even now my nose itches and breathing sucks.

Woot.com had a Snuggie deal so a couple of my friends and I ordered them.  We got monkey print Snuggies!  I’d just bought a purple Snuggie from Savers, so I didn’t know if I should get another one, but my mom liked it when I took it home, so I left it with her. 2 Snuggies for less than $10 total!  Not bad.  With my Snuggie and space heater I’ve been surviving the somewhat cold weather (cold for me!).

Yesterday, we ran a relay fartlek at practice and I realized just how out of shape I am.  After my second sprint I could barely keep jogging as I gasped for air, taking short quick breaths and wheezing loudly.  I collapsed to the ground afterwards, shaking and shivering.  I think it was a combination of my allergies, dehydration, and being out of shape.  Or maybe it’s asthma.  Either way, guess it’s time to get to work!

One of my roommates has complained a few times that our neighbors upstairs constantly have loud sex above her room.  I’ve never been in her room when this happened until the other day, when they were doing it in the middle of the day.  It was pretty funny as their bed squeaked and you could hear their rhythmic…humping.  She said sometimes she could hear them “talk” and could tell when they were about to finish.  And the other day our other roommate was in her room when the couple was having sex and commented, “that didn’t take very long,” hahhahaa.

Need to go to HEB, but I really hate going out in the cold, especially when it’s dark.

Reading

I spent most of the break at home, reading and doing some schoolwork.  I went to Barnes for a few hours alone to read Mockingjay, left about halfway through the book, and borrowed Libby’s Kindle to finish the rest of it yesterday.  I also read Animal Farm for the first time even though I’ve had the book for years.  I’m not too surprised it took me so long to get around reading it, except that it’s so short!  I went through a phase, I think late my senior year of high school, when I decided I need to read a bunch of classics and important books so I bought a bunch of books that I still haven’t read.  I always tell myself I will, but then an easier, more fun book always comes along that I get immersed into.

Books still on my reading list:

Catch 22; Slaughterhouse-five (read about half of it, but need to re-read it); Treasure Island; The Beautiful and Damned; Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea; Oliver Twist (I’ve read part of it, but don’t think I ever finished); The Secret Garden (another book I started, but don’t think I ever finished)…I’m sure I have more, but I can’t think of them right now.  I also want to re-read Wuthering Heights and Uncle Tom’s Cabin (because I liked them) and Jane Eyre (because I don’t remember any of it).  I don’t know if I’ll actually read Uncle Tom’s Cabin again because it was so sad and long.

So much reading to do!

since I like Harry Potter

I took a sorting hat quiz

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Growing selfish

I wish I could afford to to got Lei Out, Poultry Days, Potlatch, and Sandblast on top of playing club every year and go skiing at least once a year.  I want new ski boots and skis.  I want to visit other cities when my friends celebrate their birthdays and other holidays.  I feel so selfish.

After I went to Mexico after my senior year of high school, I felt incredibly guilty whenever I wanted material possessions and tried to be as least materialistic as possible.  Less than a week surrounded by children who had nothing and all I could feel was disgust at myself for desiring so much when I lacked so little.  I didn’t want to go shopping; I felt guilty about the laptop I got for college; I judged those who were motivated by money.

So much has changed.  I think part of it is me growing away from church and part of it is me realizing that my views weren’t realistic for everyone.  At that point in my life, I thought I could give up the life I had and go move to a developing country and live amongst the natives, serving them in any way possible.  Now, a part of me wishes that I could want that again, but my lifestyle has changed too much and as a person I’ve become more selfish.

I want to travel. I want to go to fun tournaments. I want to see my friends across the country. I don’t have the money to do all I want, but if I did, I don’t think I could give it up for things better than myself.  Young promises are hard to keep.

Handwritten writings

There’s something about handwritten letters, papers, journal entries, etc. that really draws me toward them.  I also really like typewriters.  A person’s handwriting is a part of oneself not everyone knows.  Handwritten things show a person’s thought process.  Cross-outs and changes in handwriting show mistakes in grammar or a change in thought and can show if a person’s hand has tired or cramped as they write.  Handwriting can show if the person painstakingly wrote as neatly as possible, or just scrawled something hurriedly.  There’s something about the process of a handwritten letter or card that’s just more genuine – there’s no hiding mistakes or errors, no backspace or delete key.  Once you put your pen to paper, it’s there permanently, whether it’s under a scribble or whether it’s there for someone to read clearly.  Even if you block a mistake out, you know something’s under there, whereas in typed writings, the mistakes are hidden forever.  It feels more personal too, less structured, more kind, more free.  I just love handwritten notes – there’s just something special about them that you can’t get from a typed up piece of writing.