Will Never Get Tired of my RB Playlist

More reasons to plan, to have purpose for the rest of the week. And what could I possibly look forward to more than a dentist AND doctor's appointment in the next three days? At least Friday means I will have my new Droid (!) and will be watching the opening game of the FIFA WORLD CUP SOUTH AFRICA 2010!!! I will be rooting for pretty much every Latin American country (and Spain), the US, Japan, and South Korea. When they start playing each other, things will get interesting, haha. But aside from wanting the US to win (they won't), I'm 100% behind Honduras because their coach is Colombian! I'm such a sucker for motivational, inspiring sports stories and events, especially because I know what it's like. Seriously, the USA's Star-Spangled Banner can bring me to tears. There's just so much in something like this, the world's biggest event for the sport of soccer--ridiculous amounts of determination, social and financial and emotional struggles, thirst for glory, fear of disappointment, months and years of physical preparation, and a feeling of representing the very best your country can possibly offer, hopefully good enough to be the best. I love the World Cup =]

Only 6 days until I return to NH to really start the summer! I don't know if that's been very clear, but I'm currently home in NYC because I don't start training for my summer (and fall) job until June 17th. So while June 13th sounds like a long ways away, especially since before it has to come Mexico VS S. Africa and Uruguay VS France and a seminar thingy I'm doing with my dad on Saturday, "six days" makes it sounds a LOT sooner. My roommate J (this might be too difficult actually, because the boyfriend is also J...hmm) has been in NH for a few days and says it's like living in someone else's house. I think that will be great for me. Ever since starting college, my time home from school consists of my mom questioning my ability to get off the couch and me marveling at my semi-permanent vegetative state. What happened to my energy? To my random desire to race people while walking on the sidewalk? I love being outdoors and I don't like sitting at my computer watching sytycd (=P) for hours on end; so then why can't I stop this cycle? My only guess is that my apartment in Queens has become a refuge from the manic world of Yale to the point that I shut down entirely. Which means a change of scenery, something that doesn't seem quite as much like home, will be a very welcome change.

Nothing excites me more than the prospect of a summer's worth of cute business attire and dressing up in general (except maybe for the fact that NH is mad humid in the summer...). I think it's so funny that I think that pretty much everyone looks better when they're dressed-up and making a serious effort to look good (like for a formal, or screw, or something), especially guys. But when I've mentioned this to guy friends, they're like "ehhhhhhhhhhh, not all girls look better...". Why is that??

Damn it when errands are actually errands and not adventures! I've always said that I really need a secretary. Just think, I wouldn't have to spend hours taking care of emails or making spreadsheets or updating my gcal or cleaning my desk (I have very particular ideas of what my secretary should do lol). I'd be able to devote so much more time to actually being with pollitos, or dancing, or talking to prefrosh, or being in class. If anyone is interested in a part-time job, I pay in hugs.

Allie is not my real name.

Yale, out of all the things it's given me, has made me hyper-aware. I will most likely expand on this in a later post, but I took the R today and overheard some conversations that made me think too much. A group of three girls behind me, talking with that oh-so-familiar New York Latina attitude accent, about who was cheating on who and how "that bitch was crazy" to take "that ***** back." And then across the aisle were two Hispanic boys, talking about credits and not studying for finals and having to take yet another year to finish.
And I sat between these two groups in my bright pink Yale hoodie, thinking, I bet they hate me for everything I represent, for having opportunities they don't, for living in a castle, for leaving my problems in the form of my neighborhood back in NY while I head off to NH and the rest of the world.
They weren't even looking at me; those guys were too busy checking out the group of girls.