[public] out of state
I am currently posting from my cousins' house in North Carolina. Yes, we made it. My brother and I felt like throwing up for most of the drive down but we survived and despite hoarse voices from everyone, we are doing fine.
My eight-year-old cousin keeps repeating Schweinsteiger and giggling because I squealed his name so many times during the second half of Saturday's game (which was all i got to see of it; thank heavens it was set up to tape).
I cried literal tears yesterday afternoon not because France lost or Italy won or even because it hurt to think of how awesome it would be if Micha was the one kissing that trophy, but because the World Cup is over. I went into this with the idea that knowing when it would was perfect, but I didn't expect to fall so hopelessly in love with it all. (And even if I was sort of rooting for France, I couldn't hold much against the Italians because not only did they play well but they looked so frakkin' happy at the end.)
I have no intention of going back through my flist until after we've gotten home, but I suppose that might change.
My eight-year-old cousin keeps repeating Schweinsteiger and giggling because I squealed his name so many times during the second half of Saturday's game (which was all i got to see of it; thank heavens it was set up to tape).
I cried literal tears yesterday afternoon not because France lost or Italy won or even because it hurt to think of how awesome it would be if Micha was the one kissing that trophy, but because the World Cup is over. I went into this with the idea that knowing when it would was perfect, but I didn't expect to fall so hopelessly in love with it all. (And even if I was sort of rooting for France, I couldn't hold much against the Italians because not only did they play well but they looked so frakkin' happy at the end.)
I have no intention of going back through my flist until after we've gotten home, but I suppose that might change.