Next Time..

This past weekend was Southwest Regionals. KnockOut went in seeded 4th with only two bids to Nationals. Saturday looked great, we went undefeated beating Safari (number 1 seed) after losing to them 15-3 at sectionals. While I didn't enjoy some of their spirit and cheers (especially considering there was peewee soccer only 20 feet away), it was an epic game with great play from both teams. Our last game on Saturday was against Mucho Gusto, I had a lot of fun playing against them. The lines opened up quite a bit and I got a lot more playing time. I played well and had a few good assists. Anyways, we were all pumped after going undefeated on Saturday and had our eyes on the prize.

Our team decided to head to Olive Garden and take advantage of their Never Ending Pasta deal. My personal record was 3 bowls with the 4th one to-go. Obviously, being at regionals and having to play the next day, it was not the time to break the record. But I aimed to at least destroy 2.5 bowls. We sat at the bar and the service was iffy at best. The key to eating the most is to eat quickly so your stomach doesn't have time to realize you're full until it's too late. If you've ever ate with me, you know I use this tactic and inhale my food. But since the service was not the best, I had two bowls but by the time the waiter came around again, my food had settled and there was no way I could finish a third. After dinner, since we were only a few minutes north of Camarillo, our car decided to hit the outlets. It was a good Saturday.

Took an ice bath Saturday night (forgot how painful those were), and I was too excited to sleep with my mind on the prize. We were to play Molly Brown twice on Sunday. One game to finish up pool play, and the second as finals (since we both had went 4-0, we were both guaranteed to make finals). We lost both games while Safari won the 3rd/4th game. Now it was time for back door bid, it was the match up that we knew we would face from the start. We were 1-1 against Safari, our most recent win being from the day before. It was game time.

We took half 8-6. Things were looking good. I was getting ahead of myself. I've never been this close to nationals before. My previous game-to-go was Regionals 2007 against UBC. At that point, the Pleiades were down to 11 players after defeating UW in a hard fought game. I was a rookie then, I didn't understand the importance nor the significance of it. Three years later, I understood. I think it is fair to say that Safari didn't beat us in the second half, we did. Unforced turns, little mistakes add up. Not that it would've changed the game, but I do think the observers made a few bad calls (though I'm sure Safari would've thought the same on a few calls in favor of us). In the end, Safari won 15-9 and our season was over. I do hope to make it to the big show someday..

Moving on.. it sucks when you hear about people who wouldn't listen to you but now realize you are right and are making the change. I mean, good for them but I can't help but be a little bitter and resent it. Though even if they did listen to me, don't know if it would've made a difference. But still, I know what I was talking about and it sucks that you had to make those mistakes in my last year. Hopefully, it'll make a difference and in the future no one will feel the way I do now. At least some people learn from their mistakes. If only you didn't waste them on me.

I'm a flake

Since graduating high school (and I guess I'll see the trend soon since I just graduated college), my circle of friends have diminished. And I honestly do think a big part of it has to do with me. Obviously, I know people that are bigger flakes than me, but that doesn't make me any less of a flake. Other than a solid core of friends that I feel really comfortable with, sometimes I don't really want to call people to hang out. And I'll half ass it, like instead of returning their calls, I'll shoot them a text. While a few of them instances were with people that I thought our college experiences changed us and I felt somewhat uncomfortable hanging out with them. Others, no good reason other than I guess I didn't care as much as I thought I did. And it's sad to think about it. Because as this chapter closed, I still care and I want to know how they are and what they are up to now. If I thought it was hard to call them a year ago for whatever reason, it's not any easier to call them now. That being said, I do like my "scrappy" friends (as Phoebe described Monica when Phoebe tried to cut her out of her life). However, I'm not purposely trying to cut people out of my life. I already have a hard enough time returning calls and for people that I'm close to, but not super close to, I just have a hard time. And I apologize for that. It's not anything against anyone, merely a flaw of mine. So if you sense this is happening, be scrappy! I appreciate those who are bolder than me.

And I will try to call one or two people that I'm thinking about in the post and see what they are up. :)

Thoughts..

Haven't actually sat down with my thoughts in awhile. Which is funny (not ironic) considering how much time I have on my hands. Just started an internship with The Green Chamber of San Diego, it's pretty neat and it's right up in my alley. Haven't really done much yet, but it's a good start.

Moved out from Davis, all my things are in boxes in the living room and garage. I always say I'll unpack tomorrow, and then go down and see everything and proceed to delay it. I figure I'll slowly go down and grab what I need and unpack like that. Or I can just try to move out as fast as I can, so I don't need to unpack. Someone find me a job? :D

Anyways, I'm sick and I'm pretty sure in the past few days I've drank my weight in honey and lemon water. It's not too bad except I'm congested and always get cough attacks right before I try to sleep. But literally, I bought a bottle of honey (16 ounces, the bottle is surprisingly small!) yesterday and I've already gone through half of it. I was trying to figure out how much sugar I've consumed solely from honey. Diabetes?

I have practice tomorrow, but not sure how much I'll actually be able to play especially if I can't breathe through my nose. It's refreshing playing on a different team because I fulfill a totally different role. It's a welcome change. A little bummed out that I'm sick because I really want to practice. Labor Day is next week, and I'm ready to play!

Last week in Davis = SUCCESS.

My Future Status: Pending

What's scary is that I still don't know what I want to do. People ask me where I'm applying. And I'm honestly just applying to whatever right now. Including some research/lab positions, administrative positions, non profit organizations, and any entry level social science position at some firm that I'm somewhat qualified for. And I feel like I could easily fall into a career that I didn't choose but fell into because it was the first place that hired me.

Job seeking can be tiring. But I recently got my credit card bill ($900+), and that gave me a spurt of energy that I didn't know I had.

And So It Begins..

Looking for jobs.. Job-hunting is hard, or maybe I'm not doing it right. Or perhaps both.

Though I may "grown up," but I have very recently been diagnosed with Bieber Fever. However, don't expect me going to his concert any time soon.

I need more friends in SD. I need a supporting crowd for some debauchery. :)

I'll be back in Davis next week until August when I move home for good (or until I find a job...).

Looks my ultimate career is not over. And the Mixed vs. Women question is answered. Women's. Though Metro was a really awesome team and had fun with them, but I decided not to try out further with them.

And I might have been over 45 minutes late to Knock Out's try-out/practice. It was odd since for the past 2 years, I was captain and therefore could not be late and pretty much was never late (I think..).

Packing is a pain. But even more so is unpacking.

Now that I have no obligations or responsibilites, I live life rather spontaneously. Maybe spontaneously isn't the right word.. I'm just super desparate to not be doing nothing, that I'll do anything eagerly and without much thought.

Boys are confusing.

I had Chipotle for the second time. First time was when I was a freshman in college. I might have had a little too much fun after the first time which resulted in my burrito being in the trash/floor/toilet (actually, I don't think I made it to the toilet the first time I was.. intoxicated). So never had a good impression of Chipotle. And also, I grew up eating Mexican food from SD. Legit.

And my last week of college was... amazing.

LASTS

I'm doing my last HOMEWORK ever for my LAST class EVER. omg. what?

Cheers to the real world! (I'll probably regret saying that quite shortly..)