Saturday, October 31, 2009
it's coming
in only a couple of days, it will have been a year. a year to remember. to laugh, cry, hurt, rejoice. on november 18th, get ready for what's going to be probably my most important/most interesting post. here, you will truly get an insight to me and how the past year has been the hardest/longest year of my life. everything will come out. just wait.
Monday, October 26, 2009
home life
my parents are officially driving me crazy. i know that I don't have a job but it's not like I'm asking my parents for money. I have my own money where I buy my own things. For some reason, my mom feels the need to assert power over me by always knowing what I'm doing and questioning my decisions. Seriously, I'm not a child anymore. I know I'm living in your house but seriously, ease up. For the past four years I've been virtually independent meaning I could come and go as I pleased and I didn't have to answer to anyone. I would still love for that to happen. I mean, I wonder if any of this will end once I do get a job. For now, I'll take whatever they want to throw at me because I don't have a job. Once I do get a job, things will change. I don't know how I will respond if they keep up acting the way they do. If I'm paying for everything then I should be able to come and go as they please. Oh well, that's my rant.
In other news, I have found a job that looks interesting at the City of Galveston working in the City Secretary's office. Pretty much I would be doing lame office work but it pays way more than the job in the Galveston County Court House. I'm going to work on the application and my resume tomorrow and hopefully on Wednesday go turn it in at the Work Source in Galveston and treat myself to some good galveston food, the spot maybe? Oh well, pray that it works out for me. I really need a job and I really need money so I can buy a new MacBook, haha. I know it'll work out. I need to start saving! It's weird, how much money do you think I could save from now until May of 2011 if I started working for Camp Ozark. As long as I was not paying rent from now until then, things would be pretty good. The only things I would have to start paying for is my car, my loans and my cell phone. I'm sure I will make some ridiculous purchases if I have the money but nothing too crazy. I don't need anything expensive other than a new computer and a digital camera. Keep that in your prayers because I need a job. Fast. It would be cool if I did start to do Ozone that my parents would pay for half of my car until I would be stable enough to support myself.
I did get to hang out with my cousin from San Antonio who came down for the weekend. And the 'Horns won. I'm selling my Owl City ticket for this weekend because I have to watch that game. I'm not going to be like last year when I watched it with a bunch of randoms in Mississippi. If we win and I have a job, I will try my hardest to make it to the Big 12 Championship game and eventually the National Championship game. Texas Fight and I will bleed burnt orange for the rest of my life. That's all.
In other news, I have found a job that looks interesting at the City of Galveston working in the City Secretary's office. Pretty much I would be doing lame office work but it pays way more than the job in the Galveston County Court House. I'm going to work on the application and my resume tomorrow and hopefully on Wednesday go turn it in at the Work Source in Galveston and treat myself to some good galveston food, the spot maybe? Oh well, pray that it works out for me. I really need a job and I really need money so I can buy a new MacBook, haha. I know it'll work out. I need to start saving! It's weird, how much money do you think I could save from now until May of 2011 if I started working for Camp Ozark. As long as I was not paying rent from now until then, things would be pretty good. The only things I would have to start paying for is my car, my loans and my cell phone. I'm sure I will make some ridiculous purchases if I have the money but nothing too crazy. I don't need anything expensive other than a new computer and a digital camera. Keep that in your prayers because I need a job. Fast. It would be cool if I did start to do Ozone that my parents would pay for half of my car until I would be stable enough to support myself.
I did get to hang out with my cousin from San Antonio who came down for the weekend. And the 'Horns won. I'm selling my Owl City ticket for this weekend because I have to watch that game. I'm not going to be like last year when I watched it with a bunch of randoms in Mississippi. If we win and I have a job, I will try my hardest to make it to the Big 12 Championship game and eventually the National Championship game. Texas Fight and I will bleed burnt orange for the rest of my life. That's all.
Monday, October 19, 2009
ou weekend 2009
so this past weekend I traveled to Dallas for TEXAS/ou 2009! I left Houston on Thursday after I talked with Angela about Ozone and that went really well. As soon as I got into Dallas, I almost immediately went to middle school Ozone with Drew and Charlotte and it was awesome! Those kids were crazy. Afterwards, Drew, Kata and I went to Chili's and ran into some old friends so that was fun. Friday, I woke up and went for a run around HP and then met up with Drew, Charlotte and the gang at Panda Express to have lunch with the seniors at HPHS. Afterwards, I met up with some friends at Northpark and saw "Where the Wild Things Are." I thought it was a great, cute movie. There were a lot of scenes that made me wish I was nine again and that I had a better imagination like Max in the movie. Then, I went and picked up Bradfield and we hung out. He is one of my campers that I got pretty close with. We picked up my clothes from the cleaners and just drove around. He then took me around HP and gave me a tour of the city. We then met up with some other kids who I didn't know and just messed around. We picked up tanner and some of his friends (other camper) and went to guitar center and hung around there. I wanted to go hang out with Bryan Newman so I went back to Drew's to change and met Bryan at this tailgate that overlooked the HP stadium where they were playing. We hung around there and then met up with his parents at the game and stayed for a while. It was a lot of fun being at a HS football game where the team was pretty good (HP is ranked #7 in state). Afterwards, we went to Durant's to rally the troops to go out. We ended going to Snuffer's on lower Greenville and it was okay. We just sat and ate chips and queso.
Saturday morning I woke up really early and got ready. I jumped on the DART by myself because Drew left me. I spent two hours on the DART. Definitely the worst time of the weekend. I got to the game after it started. I walked into the fair for FREE. I also got into the game for $40. I actually could have gotten in with $20 but I was scared. I know the attendance for the game was around 96,000 but it was definitely more than that because there were tons of people who were getting in like that. The game was awful and I felt like I was at a SEC game. Oh well, we won. I guess that's all that matters. We should've won by two touchdowns though.
I hadn't drank or eaten anything at all that day so I started to feel like crap cause when I got to Durant's house I ate a bunch and drank two cokes in the span of 15 minutes. I felt like crap. The head started throbbing and I couldn't even sleep because it hurt so bad. I took some Advil and started feeling better. Went to retrieve Artie from the parking lot and met Janice at Roxanne's house and we decided that we wanted a casual drink so we went to this place called Milo's with a ton of SMU students. We then met up with Charles and his crew and went to Uptown which was a huge bust because there was a million people there. I'm sure on regular weekends it can be a lot of fun but there were just way to many people there.
Sunday I went to church with the gang and we had lunch and then went to play at the park with cub! It was a lot of fun. After this, I just went home. I'm actually proud of myself for going home kinda early. I usually would've found some excuse to either stay longer or another day. The drive back to Houston was long but I got to see Kailynn. It was also cold when I got out of the car in TC but that ship sailed.
So that was my Texas/OU weekend 2009. Now, I need a job. The child support isn't coming in and my funds are starting to dwindle. Granted, I spent a lot of money in Dallas and on gas but yeah. I need to not spend that much money although I'm about to go get a milkshake because I seriously sprained my neck tonight working out and it hurts really bad. I know, I know it's a milkshake but I think it will make me feel a little better when I have a milkshake, a hot apple pie and I'm watching Glee. Also, if you read my blog regularly and I don't know that you do, leave me a comment and let me know who you are. I have a sitemeter so I know that someone in Spring keeps reading it and people in Austin. I just want to know who reads it.
ps, find me a job that plays a lot where I don't have to do much and is fun. thanks.
Saturday morning I woke up really early and got ready. I jumped on the DART by myself because Drew left me. I spent two hours on the DART. Definitely the worst time of the weekend. I got to the game after it started. I walked into the fair for FREE. I also got into the game for $40. I actually could have gotten in with $20 but I was scared. I know the attendance for the game was around 96,000 but it was definitely more than that because there were tons of people who were getting in like that. The game was awful and I felt like I was at a SEC game. Oh well, we won. I guess that's all that matters. We should've won by two touchdowns though.
I hadn't drank or eaten anything at all that day so I started to feel like crap cause when I got to Durant's house I ate a bunch and drank two cokes in the span of 15 minutes. I felt like crap. The head started throbbing and I couldn't even sleep because it hurt so bad. I took some Advil and started feeling better. Went to retrieve Artie from the parking lot and met Janice at Roxanne's house and we decided that we wanted a casual drink so we went to this place called Milo's with a ton of SMU students. We then met up with Charles and his crew and went to Uptown which was a huge bust because there was a million people there. I'm sure on regular weekends it can be a lot of fun but there were just way to many people there.
Sunday I went to church with the gang and we had lunch and then went to play at the park with cub! It was a lot of fun. After this, I just went home. I'm actually proud of myself for going home kinda early. I usually would've found some excuse to either stay longer or another day. The drive back to Houston was long but I got to see Kailynn. It was also cold when I got out of the car in TC but that ship sailed.
So that was my Texas/OU weekend 2009. Now, I need a job. The child support isn't coming in and my funds are starting to dwindle. Granted, I spent a lot of money in Dallas and on gas but yeah. I need to not spend that much money although I'm about to go get a milkshake because I seriously sprained my neck tonight working out and it hurts really bad. I know, I know it's a milkshake but I think it will make me feel a little better when I have a milkshake, a hot apple pie and I'm watching Glee. Also, if you read my blog regularly and I don't know that you do, leave me a comment and let me know who you are. I have a sitemeter so I know that someone in Spring keeps reading it and people in Austin. I just want to know who reads it.
ps, find me a job that plays a lot where I don't have to do much and is fun. thanks.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
a good day
it's about 7:15 in the morning as the arkansas sky creeps through the cracks of the dark, warm cabin. you're awaken to birds chirping, trees swaying from the soft, serene wind. out your window you see a big sky and an opportunity. suddenly, music starts to play from the loudspeakers and you have ten kids start to stir for the morning. you and your co-counselor start to wake up your kids to prepare for the morning show and breakfast. you're usually met with the task of getting ten fifteen year old boys up and ready in only ten minutes. you see the usual cast of characters at the morning show. dave with his announcements and opportunities, patrick with sports and inspiration. you might even received a lesson in safety from none other than safety louise. depending on the day, breakfast can either be hit-or-miss. regardless, a healthy breakfast will go a long way for what's next.
all of a sudden, tribal music is streamed over the speakers and the children start to get excited and anxious for the morning competition. we all descend in the field house for the morning fire up. then, like two warriors running to battle, over 800 kids run to their respective fields of play. some of these kids leave their hearts and souls on the fields. they run, pass, throw, score, kick and swim. close games are common. overtimes usually happen. so much drama and it's only 9:15 in the morning. some games end with tears others end with broken wrists. regardless, we all come together at the end to evaluate the day and to pray.
perhaps one of the more chill times of the day are when the kids have their period where they participate in three different activities throughout camp. many of the babies struggle to get to their periods equipped with a large piece of duct tape on their dirty t-shirt. the older kids struggle with attendance and just like in high school, skip to participate in "cooler" events.
lunch follows this and the respective chow halls are rockin' with the sounds of booty shakin' and back achin'. just like breakfast, lunch can also be very hit-or-miss. after lunch, kids eagerly wait in line for the day's mail, each kid wary of what the other kid got from their parents. emails, letters, packages with silly putty, crazy hats and usually illegal items like candy are what filled the small post office each and everyday. then, a mad dash occurs to see who gets to read the d-tails first. we all return to the cabin and rest period begins. some kids are more enthusiastic about this time than others. the age depends on how much rest you actually receive.
what might be the most ridiculous part of the day occurs immediately following rest period. all of a sudden, a sound not registered on the regular scale of sound is heard from above. it's almost as if we are being attacked by another country and the warning sirens are going off. fortunately, we aren't being attacked and its just a lady who although small is stature packs a powerful punch of sound. it's a mad dash to the ropes course and/or the water front. children run as if they were being chased by a large monster with big teeth and poison shooting from it's eyes. this is camp and it's happening fast. you look out of the tall trees and canopies of the ropes course onto the waterfront where five massive creations filled with air are being jumped onto and off of into the chilly waterfront. some children do the same thing each and everyday for two hours straight and for 12 days straight. finally, the familiar music is played sounded the end of what we call mish mash.
after dinner which is similar to lunch and breakfast, certain age groups meet in a location to jump, scream, sing and dance. rocky top, all star and taylor swift will always be welcomed with shoes off and high jumps. we try our hardest to get the kids to calm down after such a high adrenaline day to sit and listen to the Word being spoken by one of the highly respected members of the permanent staff.
then, a party breaks out. dancing, games, snacks and red powerade are what fills this next part of camp. think of it as the biggest and most fun fraternity party you've ever been to without the obvious stuff that wouldn't be allowed at a christian summer camp. 800 of your closest friends are there and you have a blast. you can bash cars, dance til you drop, make foam pit angels or even ride thunder, a mean but large bull. nonetheless, we all come together at the end of the event to show off our dancing and singing skills.
as we head back to the cabins, the kids quickly call for order of the showers. children must be showered and ready to go for the most important time of the day. this is their time, this is God's time. some can last for 30 minutes. some might last for three hours. there might be tears but definitely laughter and joy. stories to be told and lessons to be learned. this is the most important time at camp. this is why the kids are here.
after this, you prepare the kids for bed and usually have to fight off temptations to go raid that one cabin where your camp crush is. after about an hour of last minute conversations and attempts to use the bathroom just one more time, all of your kids fall vast asleep with tomorrow on their minds. you have time to just sit there and look out the window at that southern sky with the stars flickering and shining so bright. suddenly you get this feeling in your stomach that everything is right and that everything is well. this is what i love. this is why i keep coming back every year. this is my passion. this is CAMP OZARK.
all of a sudden, tribal music is streamed over the speakers and the children start to get excited and anxious for the morning competition. we all descend in the field house for the morning fire up. then, like two warriors running to battle, over 800 kids run to their respective fields of play. some of these kids leave their hearts and souls on the fields. they run, pass, throw, score, kick and swim. close games are common. overtimes usually happen. so much drama and it's only 9:15 in the morning. some games end with tears others end with broken wrists. regardless, we all come together at the end to evaluate the day and to pray.
perhaps one of the more chill times of the day are when the kids have their period where they participate in three different activities throughout camp. many of the babies struggle to get to their periods equipped with a large piece of duct tape on their dirty t-shirt. the older kids struggle with attendance and just like in high school, skip to participate in "cooler" events.
lunch follows this and the respective chow halls are rockin' with the sounds of booty shakin' and back achin'. just like breakfast, lunch can also be very hit-or-miss. after lunch, kids eagerly wait in line for the day's mail, each kid wary of what the other kid got from their parents. emails, letters, packages with silly putty, crazy hats and usually illegal items like candy are what filled the small post office each and everyday. then, a mad dash occurs to see who gets to read the d-tails first. we all return to the cabin and rest period begins. some kids are more enthusiastic about this time than others. the age depends on how much rest you actually receive.
what might be the most ridiculous part of the day occurs immediately following rest period. all of a sudden, a sound not registered on the regular scale of sound is heard from above. it's almost as if we are being attacked by another country and the warning sirens are going off. fortunately, we aren't being attacked and its just a lady who although small is stature packs a powerful punch of sound. it's a mad dash to the ropes course and/or the water front. children run as if they were being chased by a large monster with big teeth and poison shooting from it's eyes. this is camp and it's happening fast. you look out of the tall trees and canopies of the ropes course onto the waterfront where five massive creations filled with air are being jumped onto and off of into the chilly waterfront. some children do the same thing each and everyday for two hours straight and for 12 days straight. finally, the familiar music is played sounded the end of what we call mish mash.
after dinner which is similar to lunch and breakfast, certain age groups meet in a location to jump, scream, sing and dance. rocky top, all star and taylor swift will always be welcomed with shoes off and high jumps. we try our hardest to get the kids to calm down after such a high adrenaline day to sit and listen to the Word being spoken by one of the highly respected members of the permanent staff.
then, a party breaks out. dancing, games, snacks and red powerade are what fills this next part of camp. think of it as the biggest and most fun fraternity party you've ever been to without the obvious stuff that wouldn't be allowed at a christian summer camp. 800 of your closest friends are there and you have a blast. you can bash cars, dance til you drop, make foam pit angels or even ride thunder, a mean but large bull. nonetheless, we all come together at the end of the event to show off our dancing and singing skills.
as we head back to the cabins, the kids quickly call for order of the showers. children must be showered and ready to go for the most important time of the day. this is their time, this is God's time. some can last for 30 minutes. some might last for three hours. there might be tears but definitely laughter and joy. stories to be told and lessons to be learned. this is the most important time at camp. this is why the kids are here.
after this, you prepare the kids for bed and usually have to fight off temptations to go raid that one cabin where your camp crush is. after about an hour of last minute conversations and attempts to use the bathroom just one more time, all of your kids fall vast asleep with tomorrow on their minds. you have time to just sit there and look out the window at that southern sky with the stars flickering and shining so bright. suddenly you get this feeling in your stomach that everything is right and that everything is well. this is what i love. this is why i keep coming back every year. this is my passion. this is CAMP OZARK.
Monday, October 12, 2009
foaming at the mouth
ok so I don't know how many of you know about one of my passions in life. ever since i can remember I've always been obsessed with playing volleyball. when I was in high school, I never played much but I would mess around in practice with the varsity team some. one time, i went up for a kill and landed on my ankle and was in extreme pain the next couple of weeks. i may have broken it. well, when I got to Texas I lived in Jester which was right next to the Greg. I don't remember the first time but I know I strolled into the greg probably planning on working out when I saw people playing volleyball for fun. I jumped in and that pretty much started it. I went to the greg as much as I could to "work out" but really I wanted to play volleyball. sometimes there would be really good games and sometimes there would be horrible playing. nevertheless, i played. a lot.
over the months I started getting better and better. it was really exciting. my sophomore year i enrolled in the volleyball class which helped me get way better. i decided to try out for the club team sophomore year and surprisingly, didn't make it. granted, i had not really played organized volleyball and didn't know rotations or different sets. i just knew to set it high and out for a 4. a bunch of randoms made the team that year and they ended up having a ton of drama. well the next semester i enrolled in the vball class again and by that time I was pretty good.
junior year, i was going back and forth between cowboys and volleyball. i didn't even know if I could make one much less both. the final tryout for vball was the day before the meet and greet for cowboys. at the tryout they started handing out green sheets for people to fill out and i was one of the last people to get one. i made it. i was so excited. i was a texas athlete. texas fight. that first semester was awesome. we had a really good team and a great coach. that was probably the most fun semester of college just because of volleyball. i looked forward to every tuesday/thursday. i would be playing a lot of volleyball that semester. with 6 hours of practice a week and 3 hours of volleyball class. it was so much fun. we even got to go to michigan for a tournament in which we did really good for being the only team from the south. we beat the host michigan state, ohio state, earlham college and i think that was it. we almost be purdue and this wesleyan college but came up short. we lost to iowa in the playoff in three games. so lame. that next semester we had all the drama and our team disbanded. we were given the option of staying but i didn't. that decision would probably come to bite me in the butt. i'll explain later.
that next year i was going to be the starting setter/captain of the second team but due to my stubbornness and ridiculousness, lost the title of captain and was flirting with losing my starting spot. let's be honest, the kid behind me was not good. he was not as good as i was and the coach knew that. while skill may be, well to me, 75% of the position the other 25% is all of the other stuff (attitude, commitment, blah blah). that kid received all 25 points of that. i was almost apathetic because our team sucked but over the weeks we started improving a lot. in november i got sick and couldn't play for a while. coming back to school in january i was so excited for the season. seriously, it was the only thing i could think about. i wanted to come back with a vengeance. after having such a bad christmas break, volleyball was going to be the thing that brought me out of this slump. and then i didn't make the team and i was crushed and confused. i thought i was better? didn't you tell me that i was the best player on the team? wow. it was pretty much downhill after that. i didn't even know what to think i was so shocked. not making the team was something that i didn't think was an option. the kid who was my second string got it over me. it was later when i found out the ENTIRE TEAM was in shock when they saw that he got it over me and they apparently wanted me instead. if anything, that is the only thing i needed. as long as my TEAM and not my COACH wanted me there, i was fine. honestly, i hold no grudge against him. he said that he did what was best for the team. i think a simple talking to would have sufficed. i explained how i felt about the team and he still say no. i was afraid that their new started would get hurt and he would be stuck with the other kid setting. who knew that this would be what would happen. at nationals. hmm. but seriously, i hold no grudge against the coach. he's a great coach but i definitely disagree with that decision that he made. even if he would've known what wouldve happen i don't know if he would've picked me.
concerning the decision i made, i didn't know who all was going to be on the team spring semester of junior year. at the time, i was second string of the second team and the first team's starter quit and they pulled up the starter from the second team and he ended up being their starting setter for that semester. of course, they didn't announce this to anyone. i could've still had practiced with the team and could've played every know and then which was exactly what i was doing on the second team. more importantly, if i would've stayed i would have most definitely volunteered to be president of the club after omar and pat left. i'm pretty responsible and could've done a good job at it so that would've have assured me a spot on the team for the next year. i could've convinced them that having one president be on the second team would be better for the club since the decisions being made just benefited the first team and not the second. if that would've happened, none of the stuff i just typed would've happened. i would've played that last semester and things would've have been great.
what sparked this post was the fact that a good friend is currently on the second team. i looked at his pictures of the team and its filled with freshman and sophomores. if i was on that team, i would be the starting setter and the captain, most likely. it almost makes me want to go back to school just so i can play volleyball, like a real athlete. just take random classes and play volleyball at the same time. i haven't played legit volleyball since i went to austin the beginning of september and went to open gym. so much fun. oh well. maybe sometime down the line i will get the opportunity to go back for grad school in which case i will definitely play then. hmmm
over the months I started getting better and better. it was really exciting. my sophomore year i enrolled in the volleyball class which helped me get way better. i decided to try out for the club team sophomore year and surprisingly, didn't make it. granted, i had not really played organized volleyball and didn't know rotations or different sets. i just knew to set it high and out for a 4. a bunch of randoms made the team that year and they ended up having a ton of drama. well the next semester i enrolled in the vball class again and by that time I was pretty good.
junior year, i was going back and forth between cowboys and volleyball. i didn't even know if I could make one much less both. the final tryout for vball was the day before the meet and greet for cowboys. at the tryout they started handing out green sheets for people to fill out and i was one of the last people to get one. i made it. i was so excited. i was a texas athlete. texas fight. that first semester was awesome. we had a really good team and a great coach. that was probably the most fun semester of college just because of volleyball. i looked forward to every tuesday/thursday. i would be playing a lot of volleyball that semester. with 6 hours of practice a week and 3 hours of volleyball class. it was so much fun. we even got to go to michigan for a tournament in which we did really good for being the only team from the south. we beat the host michigan state, ohio state, earlham college and i think that was it. we almost be purdue and this wesleyan college but came up short. we lost to iowa in the playoff in three games. so lame. that next semester we had all the drama and our team disbanded. we were given the option of staying but i didn't. that decision would probably come to bite me in the butt. i'll explain later.
that next year i was going to be the starting setter/captain of the second team but due to my stubbornness and ridiculousness, lost the title of captain and was flirting with losing my starting spot. let's be honest, the kid behind me was not good. he was not as good as i was and the coach knew that. while skill may be, well to me, 75% of the position the other 25% is all of the other stuff (attitude, commitment, blah blah). that kid received all 25 points of that. i was almost apathetic because our team sucked but over the weeks we started improving a lot. in november i got sick and couldn't play for a while. coming back to school in january i was so excited for the season. seriously, it was the only thing i could think about. i wanted to come back with a vengeance. after having such a bad christmas break, volleyball was going to be the thing that brought me out of this slump. and then i didn't make the team and i was crushed and confused. i thought i was better? didn't you tell me that i was the best player on the team? wow. it was pretty much downhill after that. i didn't even know what to think i was so shocked. not making the team was something that i didn't think was an option. the kid who was my second string got it over me. it was later when i found out the ENTIRE TEAM was in shock when they saw that he got it over me and they apparently wanted me instead. if anything, that is the only thing i needed. as long as my TEAM and not my COACH wanted me there, i was fine. honestly, i hold no grudge against him. he said that he did what was best for the team. i think a simple talking to would have sufficed. i explained how i felt about the team and he still say no. i was afraid that their new started would get hurt and he would be stuck with the other kid setting. who knew that this would be what would happen. at nationals. hmm. but seriously, i hold no grudge against the coach. he's a great coach but i definitely disagree with that decision that he made. even if he would've known what wouldve happen i don't know if he would've picked me.
concerning the decision i made, i didn't know who all was going to be on the team spring semester of junior year. at the time, i was second string of the second team and the first team's starter quit and they pulled up the starter from the second team and he ended up being their starting setter for that semester. of course, they didn't announce this to anyone. i could've still had practiced with the team and could've played every know and then which was exactly what i was doing on the second team. more importantly, if i would've stayed i would have most definitely volunteered to be president of the club after omar and pat left. i'm pretty responsible and could've done a good job at it so that would've have assured me a spot on the team for the next year. i could've convinced them that having one president be on the second team would be better for the club since the decisions being made just benefited the first team and not the second. if that would've happened, none of the stuff i just typed would've happened. i would've played that last semester and things would've have been great.
what sparked this post was the fact that a good friend is currently on the second team. i looked at his pictures of the team and its filled with freshman and sophomores. if i was on that team, i would be the starting setter and the captain, most likely. it almost makes me want to go back to school just so i can play volleyball, like a real athlete. just take random classes and play volleyball at the same time. i haven't played legit volleyball since i went to austin the beginning of september and went to open gym. so much fun. oh well. maybe sometime down the line i will get the opportunity to go back for grad school in which case i will definitely play then. hmmm
Friday, October 09, 2009
acl and sinus infections
so this past weekend I ventured to Austin for ACL and the arrival of some camp friends from Virginia and Mississippi. I left TC from dinner at Bravos with the rents and made it to Austin around 11. Went straight to Natalie's and hung out for a while over there. After that, I went to whataburger and met up with Travis and Barrett. Finally made the trip to Cotton's apartment. He, being the great friend that he is, popped my ridiculous boil on my back (sorry yall, just breathe and continue). It was pretty crazy and it hurt a lot. Woke up on Friday and had a man date with Barrett. We went to Abel's for lunch, Mt. Bonnell for the great views and just drove around. We met up with a bunch of girls at SnoBeach for snocones and that was awesome. Charles' 22nd birthday dinner was that night and we went to Matt's to celebrate and then downtown afterwards. Janice and I ended up at KE which was really random. Oh well
Saturday was extremely uneventful. Cotton, Brad and I stayed at the apt virtually all day watching football and cooking fajitas. Around dinner time, Anne Marie convinced us to come over because she was cooking homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese. The soup needed some work but the grilled cheese was really good! Later, I went to the football dance party with all the MS girls and Nat, Paige and Robin. It was a lot of sweaty fun. I randomly ventured over to Tyler's house and that's where I ended up staying for the night! Tyler, Bailey and I watched Holes together which was extremely random but awesome? I guess.
Sunday started with a bang! as I found an ACL ticket not only for myself but for Cotton as well. We didn't make it over to ACL until 3ish. We went straight to the XBOX stage for White Lies. Passion Pit was slated to play after White Lies so we wanted to get good spots. I met up with Lauren and some of her hipster friends and we stayed their all day. Passion Pit was, meh...okay. The CD is so much better. After passion pit was GIRL TALK. Without a doubt, the most fun I've ever had a show. I was even front row! Meaning I was on the barricade and even in the ACL website. Suck on that!
It was so much fun! I could've made it on stage but opted out because I wasn't sure if I could get over that barricade without breaking my phone or myself. After that, I found Cotton with ease considering I just stood there because I was so tired. We talked with Carter and Steven for a bit and then walked back to the apt. I wanted to shower at least seven times but had to settle with just 2. We went to whataburger and just hung out at Natalie's house for a while. I was dead tired.
Woke up at Cotton's and I knew I was going to be sick. I could feel it in my throat. That day, I was going to take the MS girls to SoCo and out to lunch. We went to Chuy's even though it was hard for me not to go to Shady Grove. We went to SoCo and just walked up and down and that was a lot of fun. I started getting really tired and I could feel the sickness coming. That night was hell. Of course I couldn't sleep and of course I would wake up at random hours of the night covered in sweat. I knew these next few days were going to be rough.
Luckily, today was a lot better than Tuesday and Wednesday. On the other hand, it had been almost a week since I worked out and I have not been eating good these past few days. When I get sick, all rules are thrown out of the window and I do things that make me feel better instantly and that includes eating and drinking lots of Dr. Pepper. And that is probably the reason why I've had two palps in the last three days. Today, I ran a mile and walked another to work out a bit. I want to wake up tomorrow around 9:30 to have a solid workout and start the day off right because I'm having lunch with a friend from HS at 12:45 at Gringo's. It'll be good for me; I haven't really hung out with anyone from high school in a long time. I don't know what I'm doing after that. It's TCHS homecoming and they lost to Santa Fe last week so I will definitely not being going to that game. I might try and make my way up to H town so see what everyone is doing. Oh well. It's 3:30 so I need to try and fall asleep to Twilight. Will someone please just buy me this movie so I don't have to rent it over and over again? K Thanks.
Saturday was extremely uneventful. Cotton, Brad and I stayed at the apt virtually all day watching football and cooking fajitas. Around dinner time, Anne Marie convinced us to come over because she was cooking homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese. The soup needed some work but the grilled cheese was really good! Later, I went to the football dance party with all the MS girls and Nat, Paige and Robin. It was a lot of sweaty fun. I randomly ventured over to Tyler's house and that's where I ended up staying for the night! Tyler, Bailey and I watched Holes together which was extremely random but awesome? I guess.
Sunday started with a bang! as I found an ACL ticket not only for myself but for Cotton as well. We didn't make it over to ACL until 3ish. We went straight to the XBOX stage for White Lies. Passion Pit was slated to play after White Lies so we wanted to get good spots. I met up with Lauren and some of her hipster friends and we stayed their all day. Passion Pit was, meh...okay. The CD is so much better. After passion pit was GIRL TALK. Without a doubt, the most fun I've ever had a show. I was even front row! Meaning I was on the barricade and even in the ACL website. Suck on that!
It was so much fun! I could've made it on stage but opted out because I wasn't sure if I could get over that barricade without breaking my phone or myself. After that, I found Cotton with ease considering I just stood there because I was so tired. We talked with Carter and Steven for a bit and then walked back to the apt. I wanted to shower at least seven times but had to settle with just 2. We went to whataburger and just hung out at Natalie's house for a while. I was dead tired.
Woke up at Cotton's and I knew I was going to be sick. I could feel it in my throat. That day, I was going to take the MS girls to SoCo and out to lunch. We went to Chuy's even though it was hard for me not to go to Shady Grove. We went to SoCo and just walked up and down and that was a lot of fun. I started getting really tired and I could feel the sickness coming. That night was hell. Of course I couldn't sleep and of course I would wake up at random hours of the night covered in sweat. I knew these next few days were going to be rough.
Luckily, today was a lot better than Tuesday and Wednesday. On the other hand, it had been almost a week since I worked out and I have not been eating good these past few days. When I get sick, all rules are thrown out of the window and I do things that make me feel better instantly and that includes eating and drinking lots of Dr. Pepper. And that is probably the reason why I've had two palps in the last three days. Today, I ran a mile and walked another to work out a bit. I want to wake up tomorrow around 9:30 to have a solid workout and start the day off right because I'm having lunch with a friend from HS at 12:45 at Gringo's. It'll be good for me; I haven't really hung out with anyone from high school in a long time. I don't know what I'm doing after that. It's TCHS homecoming and they lost to Santa Fe last week so I will definitely not being going to that game. I might try and make my way up to H town so see what everyone is doing. Oh well. It's 3:30 so I need to try and fall asleep to Twilight. Will someone please just buy me this movie so I don't have to rent it over and over again? K Thanks.
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