Ramble On

Follow me closely on this subject, for although the title sets the tone for an indulging enlightenment of this issue mentioned, this post is more or less a rant about letting frustration at nothing ruin a portion of my evening.
This past weekend was simply awesome. From halloween to paintball, fake rock star to pool star, watching a shy girl sing and dance all night to wondering where i did wrong to a friend, bleeding arm to sleeping in all day monday... I just can't complain. Oh yes, monday is part of the weekend for me, and so is friday. It really is fun being me. I'll let the pics tell the story.

Loads of fun i tell u.
Today started off just as promising... Hope riding me to school, took my anatomy test like a champ even though i'm almost certain i failed it. My boss was exceptionally fun this morning, and i had a very delicious lunch delivered to me in the office. The most part of the afternoon was spent with the coolest-german-ever.
For some reason though, soccer was just an experience filled with gloomy emotions. I was just out of it. Compound the unnerving pain in my foot coupled with useless outbursts of sprints to be met with utter rubbish play, i had no joy to share. I was impressed with how good my girls did today... Committing to the ball and impeding oncoming attackers like experienced defenders would. Don't think i didn't notice. Awesome job. That said, i realize how much frustration took away from my evening... a chance to truly congratulate the girls who find ways to make my many useless hours otherwise spent doing absolutely nothing PLENTY FUN. Something learnt today, forget how shitty an event is going, reflect on the other cool stuff that's happened already.So my final thoughts on all this comes down to this... I had an awesome weekend and a hell of a day, i should have been smiling all evening, especially with how good A and V did on the field.