Let that city spit you out.......
It's been quite a while since I've updated. The internet being down at home really sucks. So I'm back here at the library on their freakin' slow computers....but better than nothing. I had to come here anyway and apply for my parking permit so I can have Moby Jr. at school with me again. I have about 36 minutes on the meter outside now, but I forgot to look at my watch as to when that is up, so I probably can't be here too long. I'm supposed to help Dad coach Joey's soccer team's first practice of the season. I cannot wait to see all those kids. I miss not being able to be there as assistant coach anymore for the whole season. It'll definitely be awesome to see them all.
A quick disclaimer I must give before I continue: it was the FIG, not the IOC that asked Paul to give back the gold....the IOC was actually offended by them asking him to do that. But all is good; I watched the closing ceremonies last night which was very cool. Can't wait 'til 2008 in Beijing. :) Dad told me the other night that he always told everyone that Carline and I would be forwards on the 2004 USA basketball team; when we were 20.....well, maybe in 2008, Dad. hahahaha ;)
I really haven't too much to write home about. I was laying on the couch last night trying to fall asleep and had a million things I wanted to write down, but alas, I forgot most of it.....except one thing:
I was laying there in the dark, my new "Best of Hootie and the Blowfish" playing in my ears, and thinking about how I'm moving in to school for good this coming Wednesday. I'm definitely really excited about it because I have been starting to realize how much I missed while I was away for the last 6 months in NYC. I mentioned this to Joe the other day and how I don't really know how to take it. It's funny, really. Every so often, someone mentions something to me that happened spring semester and I have no idea what they are talking about. They assume I know what they are talking about because everyone else does, they were all there. Someone will mention a name to me, and I should just know that it's the guy Kellie's been seeing for a month. Or Talia or Meg will mention an event to me and could swear they told me, but they didn't. I never know how to take that. Like, was I even missed while I was gone? It's funny how they all assume they told me this stuff and that I know everything that happened, because while I was in NY no one had much to say to me. They were busy, or would call and say hi but not have anything more to say. Or, they were dealing with stuff at the time and didn't really want to talk. It's all cool, though, of course. I'm not insulted or anything by it. Just find it rather humorous, I guess. If I had mentioned this to anyone, I would probably get, "Czaja, don't worry about it." Man, I hate that phrase. It's like, "Oh yeah, yep, snapped my fingers and you know, whoa, I'm not worrying about it anymore." But it's not even that I'm worrying about anything....just in realizing more and more how much I missed, I become more excited for fall semester.
I really can't wait to see everyone. It's been so long since I've seen a lot of people. Jeremie, one of my best friends in the entire world, and I have not seen him in the whole 8 months. I miss him so much. We've only gotten a chance to talk a little bit this summer. He's been busy with stuff and never really has much time to talk to me...which I can understand. We were supposed to spend a weekend together and go golfing in Martha's Vineyard, but yeah, that never worked out. And contrary to what someone might think, I'm actually not mad or disappointed about it. I've come to learn to not get my hopes up too much about stuff until I am absolutely sure it is going to work out and happen. I suppose that stems from hearing so many times, "Oh my god, we should totally do this" or "Let's do this sometime" and just knowing it's not going to work out. Like people visiting me in NY, for example. Excluding the three that actually did visit me, a ton of my friends said they wanted to come up and how cool it would be to see me. But I never got my hopes up about it because I wanted it too much. I would have LOVED to have my friends come up and visit me; it would have been so awesome. But I knew it wouldn't work out because it never does, and so I didn't get excited about it. Kinda like with golfing with Jeremie. I wanted so much to do it, but I guess I was never sure it was going to work out, and so I didn't get excited about it. That way, saves me the disappointment later when I'm right and it doesn't work out. I mean, I might be a little disappointed.......but whatever....
I should probably get going before Moby Jr. gets towed. I have to head to Staples and buy some supplies for school anyway. Until next time......
A quick disclaimer I must give before I continue: it was the FIG, not the IOC that asked Paul to give back the gold....the IOC was actually offended by them asking him to do that. But all is good; I watched the closing ceremonies last night which was very cool. Can't wait 'til 2008 in Beijing. :) Dad told me the other night that he always told everyone that Carline and I would be forwards on the 2004 USA basketball team; when we were 20.....well, maybe in 2008, Dad. hahahaha ;)
I really haven't too much to write home about. I was laying on the couch last night trying to fall asleep and had a million things I wanted to write down, but alas, I forgot most of it.....except one thing:
I was laying there in the dark, my new "Best of Hootie and the Blowfish" playing in my ears, and thinking about how I'm moving in to school for good this coming Wednesday. I'm definitely really excited about it because I have been starting to realize how much I missed while I was away for the last 6 months in NYC. I mentioned this to Joe the other day and how I don't really know how to take it. It's funny, really. Every so often, someone mentions something to me that happened spring semester and I have no idea what they are talking about. They assume I know what they are talking about because everyone else does, they were all there. Someone will mention a name to me, and I should just know that it's the guy Kellie's been seeing for a month. Or Talia or Meg will mention an event to me and could swear they told me, but they didn't. I never know how to take that. Like, was I even missed while I was gone? It's funny how they all assume they told me this stuff and that I know everything that happened, because while I was in NY no one had much to say to me. They were busy, or would call and say hi but not have anything more to say. Or, they were dealing with stuff at the time and didn't really want to talk. It's all cool, though, of course. I'm not insulted or anything by it. Just find it rather humorous, I guess. If I had mentioned this to anyone, I would probably get, "Czaja, don't worry about it." Man, I hate that phrase. It's like, "Oh yeah, yep, snapped my fingers and you know, whoa, I'm not worrying about it anymore." But it's not even that I'm worrying about anything....just in realizing more and more how much I missed, I become more excited for fall semester.
I really can't wait to see everyone. It's been so long since I've seen a lot of people. Jeremie, one of my best friends in the entire world, and I have not seen him in the whole 8 months. I miss him so much. We've only gotten a chance to talk a little bit this summer. He's been busy with stuff and never really has much time to talk to me...which I can understand. We were supposed to spend a weekend together and go golfing in Martha's Vineyard, but yeah, that never worked out. And contrary to what someone might think, I'm actually not mad or disappointed about it. I've come to learn to not get my hopes up too much about stuff until I am absolutely sure it is going to work out and happen. I suppose that stems from hearing so many times, "Oh my god, we should totally do this" or "Let's do this sometime" and just knowing it's not going to work out. Like people visiting me in NY, for example. Excluding the three that actually did visit me, a ton of my friends said they wanted to come up and how cool it would be to see me. But I never got my hopes up about it because I wanted it too much. I would have LOVED to have my friends come up and visit me; it would have been so awesome. But I knew it wouldn't work out because it never does, and so I didn't get excited about it. Kinda like with golfing with Jeremie. I wanted so much to do it, but I guess I was never sure it was going to work out, and so I didn't get excited about it. That way, saves me the disappointment later when I'm right and it doesn't work out. I mean, I might be a little disappointed.......but whatever....
I should probably get going before Moby Jr. gets towed. I have to head to Staples and buy some supplies for school anyway. Until next time......