Expectations are the worst thing to happen to humans since, well I don't know, they're bad. So many people go into situations with expectations for what is going to happen. If they expectations are met or exceeded, great! What a phenomenal experience. But what happens when those expectations aren't met? The person is already so emotionally invested in the event that they expected to happen that they miss all of the other wonderful things and possibilities spinning around them. And I think that it is much more sad for someone to miss out on all of those things around them than for their initial expectation not to have been met.

This isn't in relation to anything specific, just a fairly recent realization.

I need out! I want to live somewhere that I live, and I don't want it to be here. I've been feeling like I'm separate from the world around me. Not the "the world is moving fast and I'm in slow motion" that people in the movies feel. I feel like I can't touch the world around me, like it's there, but it isn't. If I were to reach out and touch something, my hands would go right through it kind of feeling. I need out.

So thanks to the help of the amazing and talented Bob, my footage is shot and sent off to California. Hopefully I will hear something either way soon. I'm excited, and I know that I did my part, and was myself, and if that fits with what they're looking for, great! If not, oh well. I'll default to being a surly softball coach.

What an f-ing rad weekend! I might be moving soon :)

Anyone know how to cure tendonitis?

I wasn't sad about it before. I was just mad. I'm sad now.

What an exhausting weekend. But it was awesome. It's nice having two days off, and going back to work is relief from the weekend.

Let's start with Friday. After not failing my math test, I played two games of intense softball(it was super humid=extra tiring). Then proceeded to the cowboys and indians party to live it up. Knowing that I was getting up the next morning rather early, I left at a modest 2:15ish. Went to bed around 2:30 and a short 4 hours later got up to go skydiving. Yay! Second time, just as fun. It might be my new hobby, if I can set aside the money to get certified. Then, rather than taking a nap and letting the body rest, it was off to the rock gym to do some climbing with my girls for a few hours. I slept well last night. Add in three and half hours of softball today, and you get, that's right, me not wanting to do math homework.

Sweet. Camping next weekend. Yay!