Another Team

I think I joined a second soccer team. A co-ed soccer team. Which basically means boys with a few girls thrown in there. Boys are fast. Christina is slow. Ron, coach of my other soccer team, totally set me up for failure by praising my speed and fitness. He either really wants something from me or is blind.

Oh, did I mention this is John's team? It's John's team. With John's friends. And John's co-workers. There goes my nice, comparmentalized life.

I came out on Wednesday for a little pick up game. I think the temperature was a million degrees. Of course I was up against the biggest, fastest, most skilled player there. I called him 'Gray Shirt Man.' Gray Shirt Man was pretty nice at first. Then at some point our heads collided. He checked to make sure I was okay and I guess noticed that my skin is made of leather and that he didn't scare me. Then Gray Shirt Man got scary. Something must have happened to his eyes in the hot afternoon sun because I don't think he could see me anymore, judging by the way he ran right through me time and time again.

I can't remember the last time soccer wore me out this much. Acutally, I can. It was in college. But lets keep this sounding dramatic. All my old coaches' voices started going through my head. Mike #1, "You guys are losers!" Oh, it turns out you're right after all these years. Coach Peter, when asked if we could have water, "Bite your tongue and salivate!" I tried but I think the sun evaporated every bit of moisture from me. Weaver, "There is no walking in soccer!" Oops, my legs don't seem to remember that. Mike #2, "#^&*!!!" I'm going to keep it PG but just imagine a lot of bad words. In your imagination, imagine them being shouted. And maybe the shouter is kicking something or throwing something on the ground in frustration.

Then, as if the 'ol ego hadn't been damaged enough, I set up the winning goal for the other team. All afternoon I tried and failed to get a head on the ball before Gray Shirt Man did. Finally I had what was supposed to be my moment of greatness. I beat Gray Shirt Man to the ball and had a nice header to the outside. Maybe the rest of my team decided I was bad luck and tried to stay away from me because no one was there to recieve the ball except the other team. And they did recieve the ball. And scored. Ugh.

So its been two days since the game and I feel like most muscles were beat with a bat. I feel like there should be a moral here but I really can't think of one. If you can, let me know, kthanks.

Things I Will Miss About Maryland

This list is premature, since I won't be leaving Maryland anytime soon, but sometimes I just need to remember the good things about this state.

1. No roaches

At least very few of them. If I had to pick one thing that I hate more than anything in the entire universe, its roaches. (TMI alert) Once, it had been one of those nights, and I really need to throw up but it just wasn't happening. I asked my friend to talk about gross things and he merely said, "Roaches." That was all it took.

I have totally called my neighbor to come over and kill a roach.

I have gone to the bathroom with another person because there was a roach in the house and I couldn't be alone knowing it was lurking somewhere.

Roaches have made me cry.

I may be dry heaving just typing about roaches.

If I had to choose between a roach touching me and death.....you all better come to my funeral.

2. My soccer team

I've played on a lot of soccer teams in my life and have never liked every person on my team. In fact, the main reason I decided not to play soccer my freshman year of college is because I didn't feel like dealing with the drama that ensuses when you make 18 girls play a competative sport together and spend 98% of their time together during the season.

I can honestly say I LOVE every girl on my team now. We all get along and its almost surreal. I briefly considered joining a slightly more competative team but decided it wasn't worth giving up playing with these girls. If you are a non-creepy single guy who wants to be un-single, you should definitely date someone on my team because they are all awesome at soccer, pretty, and probably have some cool job in DC.

3. Fall

This one is a bit of a stretch because I've only experienced one fall in my life and I'm not sure that's enough to know whether or not I'll miss it. But I hate winter, Spring is a tease, and Summer is the main season everywhere else I've lived so if I have to miss a season I pick fall. When fall first happened, I thought it was winter. Anything 60 degrees and under to me means winter. But it is really pretty and cooler weather can be kind of exciting.

4. Basements

I don't have a basement but I think they may be the greatest thing humans have ever come up with. I put them right up there with the wheel and written language. I think every house in the world should have a basement. Is there a better way to save space and add space all at the same time?? Not really, no. When we go over to peoples' houses who have basements, I really have to try to keep my excitement in check so that they don't find out I'm a weirdo and stop being our friends.

5. Dragons

I realize dragons aren't real but I didn't have a 5th thing that I like about MD and I have issues with even numbers so I just put something that I like but nowhere has it so I don't have to wish I was somewhere else. Which would defeat the purpose of this list. Are you still with me? Good. Here's Abe Lincoln:

I Lost My Boyfriend...

Ahem, sorry, I mean Fiance (he doesn't like me calling him 'boyfriend' anymore). So John bought a laser pointer to play with the cat. He'll be in the middle of talking to me and then trail off because Hamlet is being cute and hilarious chasing that red light. Not cool.

This weekend has been super and awesome and fun. Last night we saw Friends With Benefits with JTim and Mila Kunis, which was fantastic. Today I didn't get out of bed until 2:00 because I was so exhausted from sitting in a dark theatre the night before. We got invited out to a late lunch and then headed to Annapolis to meet some friends for a free outdoor concert in the 100+ degree heat.

The band was Sweet Leda and I actually reeeally liked them. Kinda funk, kinda rock, kiiinda ska. And the lead singer was super nice and cute.

Here's John trying to look like a "stone statue." His cuteness makes up for his weirdness. After the show we headed to Borders to take advatage of their going out of business sale.



The loot. Yes, that's a GRE study book there. I think that means I have to buckle down and can't spend my days watching The Hills and eating Bon Bons on the couch in my pajamas. I guess I can still have the couch and my pajamas. And I don't really eat Bon Bons. I eat apples. And brownies that I made for John's birthday. Seriously.

Here's Hamlet being afraid of styrofoam, aw.

Ummm...

So I jumped on this little blog bandwagon and already it is taking up time that should be spent doing more important things like eating lunch and watching intelligent TV shows on Netflix. Such is life.

I'm not going to spend this post introducing myself (chances are if you're reading this you already know me anyway) because that's weird and difficult and probably why I can't make friends in my new state. And by new I mean I've lived here for over a year now. Oops.

Instead I will show you some awesome pictures!

My favorite animals ever. I got some weird looks at the aquarium with all the squealing I did looking at these.

This is a Durian fruit. Its so smelly that its banned in some hotels and public transportation in Southeast Asia. I ate it.

And here is my parents awesome dog, Toby. The only dog cooler than Toby is my future dog. I hurt his little paws from running with him too much so my mom bought him some stylish shoes.

Does your dog have shoes?

What's your favorite animal?