We lost our second tournament game to a much better team. Still, I'm amazed we made it so far...and I scored two of our three goals. Anyway, school's out for a bit...time to get away from exercise and focus on some more pressing business: catching up on the summer blockbusters that we didn't watch. (i.e. all of them: Pirates, Harry Potter, Ratatouille, and the Bourne Ultimatum. Ugh, we already watched Labeouf!)
We lost to a South American international team two weeks ago by only ONE point! We were up by the half too! Mala suerte.
Last week we happy few beat the ROTC Marines! With one of our subs out in the first half with a sprained ankle, we played to victory 8-2! I don't think that they were very happy that a middle-aged Syrian, a girl (we're playing in the Men's League), a guy wearing shorts with flowers on them (hey, they were a gift from Tamie), and a lanky, tall guy almost shut them out.
We started an indoor soccer team with my class at the pharmacy school and had our first game tonight!
We lost 11-8 but were tied at one point. Sure, we maybe only didn't get totally slaughtered because a Syrian, graciously playing with us, scored 7 of those 8 goals, but, it was fun! I'm way outta shape and my finessing skills haven't improved over the years but I had a BLAST!
I guess I'm always stuck on something. You know, obsessed by some sort of movie, video game, frozen dessert... This time it's a television show, one that was canceled before I ever got a chance to see it.
Fortunately, it's being rerun on web: the sweet, sweet web.
Top 10 things I'll miss about living in Centerville.
1.) New Empire China's lunch special ($3.95) 2.) Free rent 3.) Not hearing neighbors 4.) Space (700 sq. ft. here we come) 5.) Park Meadows Ward 6.) Top Hat Video (although, I hear that there's one in SL) 7.) Um...
Top 10 reasons why I'll never live in Davis County again.
1.) I-15 2.) Constant road construction on I-15 3.) The morning commute on I-15 4.) Accidents on Southbound I-15 that only seem to occur in between Parrish LN and 2300 N. during rush hour. 5.) Rock chipped windshields from driving through construction zones on I-15 6.) No fish tacos 7.) No $.50 movie theater night 8.) Insane, myopic, OCD Home Owner's Assoc. 9.) It's very marshy. (i.e. close to the lake. i.e. lots of bugs) 10.) Can't afford to.
Now, I don't want to sound ungrateful, because we've been totally blessed to live in such a great neighborhood at such a great price, but, it's time to move on.
I'm now a pharmacy intern as opposed to just being a plain, old pharmacy technician. I'm no longer a "fill monkey" in the Wal-Mart khaki and blue. Now, I'm simply a "fill monkey" who gets to wear a white jacket. Oh yeah, and I cost more.
I got a speeding ticket on Memorial Day weekend for going 78 miles per hour. Now, I don't deny that I was speeding--the posted limit was 65, but this is Utah. Everybody drives AT LEAST 10 miles over and if you don't you are tailgated (sp), honked at, and generally spat upon. And I was really, really, really, only following the flow of traffic. Why he chose to pull me over? (maybe he saw the baby sun shields on both of my back windows) I dunno.
And what's the deal with the highway patrolman acting like he's a nice guy by writing out the citation for only going 5 over? What's the difference if the fine is 92 bucks or 120? It's still coming out of my poor student butt.
Well, after three extra years of suffering through extra undergraduate coursework, I've finally reached my goal; I was accepted to the University of Utah's College of Pharmacy yesterday!
Yippee skippee. Now I won't have to resort to plan B's (doing wedding videos) or even C's (joining the Navy) and the nebulous future is finally starting to take form (I'm wearing a white lab coat in it).
You can just call me doctor. Of course, I still have to graduate...
Where's the suggestion box? This computer lab really needs to install Firefox and iTunes on each computer; c'mon people, it's 2007.
In related news, I have my first ever pharmacy school interview today and I look like either a stockbroker from the 80's or a 2008 presidential hopeful with my shellacked hair, light blue oxford, and striped power tie. Maybe it's the fact that I'll be turning 28 soon or that I'll be a father in less than month, but, I'm starting to look old.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that 28 isn't actually old, per se, so I guess I should just say "older" and dispense with the argument over semantics. But, regardless, the sentiment is still there. And, you know, some people just look older than others. I mean, my brother-in-law will be turning 30 this weekend and I swear he looks way younger than me. I dunno...in Japan, one sister commented that I was "fukete iru." (which literally means looking old)... "Gee, thanks a lot," I should've said, but sarcasm tends to get lost on the Japanese. ANYWAY, my point being, I HATE GETTING OLD.
This is serious; I don't think the flame shoes and vintage "tee" can save me this time. All I can do is embrace it and try to not be too geeky of a dad. If only I could grow facial hair! Oh well. "Sah," wish me luck.
I guess I'm feeling depressed today. For weeks everybody has been telling me how easy physics is at the community college under this professor, how all one needs to do is print off all of the solutions from the manual and the test practically solves itself. I tried it...didn't see any problems that resembled anything from those problems. I got my second freaking 80% today........my academic plans flushing down the toilet.
My letters of recommendation haven't shown up on the Idaho State University Pharmacy School website yet and the deadline was last Thursday. It's REALLY reassuring to have people recommend you LATE...even when you've given them the forms two months prior.
I'm sure it can be attributed to an over-developed sense of pride but...at one time I used to think that I was smart and different-somehow set apart from "the crowd." I hate these flashes where I realize that I'm the same and even worse than the generic public. Man, am I stuck-up. Finally, a guy can take only so much open mouth crunching, B.O. stench, and stinking, wet shoe wafting until he begins to think of taking his own life. Scratch that. A guy can only take so much until he begins to think of taking that stinking guy's life. KEEP YOUR ARMS DOWN!
Patrick's in a band, as many of you know. More than once, I've told him that he should play "this song" or "that one," or that he should ditch his current band name for something less juvenile... But, to no avail. And then I realized that I was enacting the plot line for almost every sports/arts movie with an over-involved parent. I was trying to live out my own fantasies by proxy. However, I've come to terms with it and changed. Now, I'm just gonna say, "If I were in a band, I would play this song," and hope that he takes the hint.
"Hey, do you have a pen or a pencil I could borrow," a hulking figure of student sitting next to me asks.
Without a word, I hand the pen I'm currently using out toward him.
Thinking I'm giving him my one and only writing instrument, he frantically retracts, "No that's okay! I didn't mea..."
"I've got others," I calmly respond.
"Oh cool, thanks," he bellows as he grabs it with a big hand.
Just ten minutes earlier a blonde in the class asked the same question to her neighbor. But what really came out of her mouth was, "In the 2 hours that it takes to apply makeup and get my hair ready, I just didn't have 15 extra seconds to dig a stinking pen out of a kitchen drawer." After all, it's only community college...
Christmas break was great! We didn't get an iPod or a Playstation (2 or 3) but... We did get a lot of baby stuff, 2 digital cameras (we took one back), and a remote control helicopter (crashed and burned).