summer, sincerity, soccer

Right now I'm watcing the Algeria, USA match on the huge TV in my reception area. I've only watched a handful of soccer games in my entire life, including my cousins in their youth soccer matches. However, the World Cup is infectious. Maybe it's the vast array of international hotties....or it may be watching their faces during the national anthems, smiling at the various victory dances when a player makes a goal, or the personal will I feel like I'm pouring into the TV as it reaches the 80th minute and the players are bone weary but pushing the boundaries of athleticism to dig up that final reserve fo power. Either way, I can feel that little flutter in my stomach, the ball of happy anxiety that tells me I'm actually excited about this World Cup game. I feel like every live TV I see now, from Texadelphia to Twisted Root to our office trading desk, has ESPN on lock. Wheeeeeee! Also, does the World Cup not remind anyone else of Quidditch? I mean not to sound like a nerd, but with the scoring system? No?
So many missed opportunities in this game and we're only at the 38th minute. Big frowny face.

I'm planning on crafting a letter today to withdrawl my help from the two non-profit groups I've worked with these last three months. They are nice people, but I'm not getting the help I need are far as resources go, and every meeting with them convinces me that though they do good deeds, I'm not comfortable with the extreme evangelical spirit of either group. I joke around a lot, but in my heart, I would like to think I have a well balanced of idea of right and wrong, and a good view of morality. These people would not agree with me if they knew many of my views, and after reading the 2010 Texas Republican Platform yesterday, I'm sure they would agree with 99% of this terribly disturbing document. As it stands, I last spoke with them 2 weeks ago, I have nothing to go on, and the only thing I feel towards them is guilty for not being able to do more. With school, improv, multiple road trips in the coming months... it is time to cut back. Very hard for me to say this and leave a job 'unfinished' but I can find a better fit and be of more use to another organization at another time. Doesn't make me feel better about the whole thing, but it's true.

I was talking to my friend Maddie the other day and our conversation spurred the inevitable 'what am I going to do with my degree? my LIFE?' freak out. It was very uncomfortable. Texas enrages me so much, but I love it and it is home. Who knows, maybe after I get my degree I'll start looking out of state. It's a very small chance. My new apartment is wonderful. I love where it is situated and can't wait to show it off during all the parties coming up these next few months. So much on my to-do list for this evening, but at some point I want to try to hang a few more things on the walls. I have homes chosen, but some of my hardware for hanging was lost in the move.

I leave for Vegas in 13 days! That will kick off a series of non-stop busy weekends. I love that I wanted to do so much with my summer, but ran out of time before it really began. Can I just sleep for my birthday? Please?

new story idea!

i'm excited to:
start P90X tonight after a small delay
pack up my junk for the move next week
reread the clues for the TofM release later this year
sketch out a nice story for my latest fun idea

this weekend i started feeling the pull of too many responsibilities. just thinking about what all i need to juggle gives me headaches. people think i'm crazy for doing so much, but i KNOW i can finish it all with a high level of satisfaction if only i could rearrange my schedule better. this will be my summer goal. that and not dying from P90X. oh, and not blushing at the strippers in vegas.