I may have drunk thirty gallons of water. Ah water, tasty water.
And it was watching 30 boys sprint into dorms for bedtime.
And today soccer camp was done. It was my first taste of the insanity and training that are involved, (and skill) of these superhuman girls that I was going to camp with. They were man fast, they didn't look down, they dribbled past you in a flurry of adidas climate cool shorts and generic soccer t-shirts, doing pull backs and volleys and turns until your calves grew weary from your controlled watch on the ball (and their hips) and you melted to a puddle on the turf with heat and despair. But then you got a water break and you did it again. With a positive additude and some pizza in your stomach.
So now I'm reading Ender's Game, staying up late after a midday nap, blogging, listening to Frank Zappa and watching parts of Heathers that I can't remember word for word... because it's on Youtube. Tomorrow consists of evening out my soccer tan, packing for Tennessee and working. Not very interesting for now, but I must prepare myself with the uninteresting so I can savour the interesting, the incredibly interesting familia road trips. I'm dissapointed hat the Grand Ole Oprey isn't in refurbished yet. :[
Tonight I had a long discussion over how old farmhouses rank over most new houses for "livability". I find them very attractive. Sort of like black and white stenciling and leather couches.
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