Direct Tap to Happiness

You know the song "Soul Sister" be Train? Well without fail, every time that song comes on I whip out my air guitar and I just get this feeling of elation. I know it sounds kind of ridiculous, but it's gotten to the point where I'm having a truly poopy day and I listen to the song or watch the music video I'll have a complete 180 and be happy.

I've found that music has that affect on me. Another great song is by Josh Radin "I'd rather be with you". The guitar in that song is fantastic! I'm working on learning it.

My point to all this is that music is a direct tap to happiness for me. I've been known to cry after hearing a truly beautiful song and I love it when Shannon, Mex and I have our jam sessions. When I lived in the Rugby House this last summer I could sometimes talk Shannon into serenading me to sleep. Best. Thing. Ever. If you can find someone willing to sing you to sleep I highly recommend it.

Homework? What Homework?

I'm not the most studious person ever. Actually I'm rarely studious at all. Ok! Ok! I'm the head of the "Let's Blow Off School/Schoolwork to Play" club. Lot's of people are in it, they just aren't as good at it as me.

I have a theory as to why I hate being in school. I don't have a plan! I'll elaborate later, I'm going to go rock climbing and then go jump into first dam. It's such a nice day!

Ok, anyways. I don't have a plan. Sometimes I love my major and get really excited when I start thinking about what I can do with my degree, other days I don't know what the crap I was thinking when I chose it. And the result is, I'm rarely driven to do well in class anymore. So this semester I changed my plan.

No, I didn't change my major. The new plan (tentative plan that is) is to go on a mission! I'll take fall semester off to help me save up and then hopefully leave on time in December. Man, just writing about it is making me so excited! But I'll be the first to admit that I'm kind of a fickle person. Before finally deciding I wanted to go into Exercise Science I must have changed what I wanted to be when I grew up at least once a week. And then I just decided I would never grow up and be a young athletic trainer my whole life, which IS possible thanks to my mother's side of the family.

So yeah, that's the plan for now. Hopefully it works out, but whatever the Lord wants for me in the end I guess I'll accept. Maybe instead of a mission he'll want me to become a wandering minstrel in Ireland. Who knows? That would be kind of awesome.

Damnsels in Distress

I hate it when in movies the female lead is completely useless in a fight. Seriously, i just want to shake the writers while yelling, "Give the woman a little self respect!" I understand that in certain things, guys are just better. I understand that. I do. But why portray a female as a ninja at the beginning of a movie and then later in the movie when the real fighting starts all she can do is try and run away (she fails at that by the way) and make pathetic whimpering noises. And THEN when she gets grabbed she doesn't do a damn thing! She doesn't even attempt to tuck her chin at all when she's grabbed around the neck, which any self-respecting ninja would know. Duh.

I guess this bothers me so much because I'm afraid of being a victim. I don't want to have to rely on somebody else in order to protect myself from...anything.

I read an article today about how there are a lot of rapes happening in Haiti since the earthquake. Because these women lost their husbands, brothers, fathers in the earthquake. The tent cities that they're living in have pretty much no security and the men in charge of the food stamps will only trade them for sexual favors. I think it said that females as young as two years old were being molested. That's terrifying to me. I hate that these monsters are able to get away with demanding this from women, simply because they are incapable of protecting themselves and their families because their men died.

Ugh. I'm thoroughly depressed and pissed off now.

Unfortunate Knock On

One of the funnier things that happened this weekend was when we were playing our game in the rain and someone, I forget who, gets hit in the face with the ball, knocking it forward. Now, those of you who aren't familiar with the rules of rugby (AKA 90% of America although that number is getting smaller, I read somewhere that rugby is that fastest growing sport right now) let me explain to you a few basic ones.

Rule #1: You cannot pass the ball forward. You may kick the ball forward or you may pass backwards/laterally and run it forward. If the ball is hit forward with anything but your foot it is called a "forward pass" or a "knock on"

Rule #2: No crying in rugby. Unless you are concussed or a bone is protruding from your skin, otherwise you shall forever bear the label of "pussy".

Anyways, back to the hilarious moment. The teammate gets hit in the face and the ball goes forward. The ref blows his whistle and says, "Knock on!...off the face." He was laughing at my teammates misfortune while he said this and to tell the truth, I don't blame him at all. In fact, those of us on the sidelines were giggling a bit and I know for a fact some of the field were laughing as well.

I bring it up because karma came and got me today. Curses.

Rule #3: When catching a kick, turn your body sideways so that if you miss it, it still goes backwards. By doing this, you will avoid knocking the ball on and looking like a fool.

The backs were practicing kicking/catching today. It was balls cold and we had the subzero wind from the canyon gracing us with her frigid presence. Kylee was my partner and had just kicked the ball to me. Now sometimes my brain freezes up and makes it hard for me to decide which way to turn. For example, I was once playing tennis with my little sister and she hit the ball right at me. I swung the racket both ways and then just ended up swinging it up and down right in front of me because my feet refused to move to the backhand or the forehand. I had another moment like that today. My feet couldn't decide which way to turn, so I just continued backing up until the ball just smacked me right in the face. Knock on of the face.

Needless to say, Coach Tony thought this was hilarious, as did Kylee. Once I was able to get past the stinging from my frozen, abused face I was able to laugh as well. Let's face it, when is it NOT funny when someone gets nailed with a ball in the face?

Dirty Canadians

So we (the women's rugby team) went to San Diego this weekend for the annual Champagne Classic, a tournament that we go to every year. We won one of our four games, or lost three of four if you want to be negative about it. Two of our losses came from when we played the Canadian National under 18 team and we got our butts handed to us both times, although we did get a try the second game. Despite the fact that we didn't do as well as hoped, I had a great time! I have an awesome battle wound on my hip that's going to last a while and I got to play in the mud! I love mud games. After our last game we went and jumped in a river with all of our rugby stuff on. True, we looked like a bunch of hobos, but it was freakin' awesome. And even though it wasn't very sunny and rained for about half the time, it was just as fun as last year if not more fun. Sorry, I can't really think of anything that I can go into detail about.

Movies

You know how when you're really excited to see a movie? Like you've been waiting for it to come out for months and then you go and...it sucks. Hard core. For example, I was really excited to see "Wolfman" but I went and the graphics were terrible, I was laughing like the whole time (this wasn't supposed to be a comedy) and the Wolfman looked like the lovechild of a dude in a gorilla suit and an Ewok.

Well my week has kind of been like that. I'm going to San Diego with the rugby team, I went snowboarding today, and it's finally getting warmer. Sounds great right? Well you fail because you're wrong.

I'm missing my last snowboarding class of the year because I'll be in San Diego, which is sad because I only made it to like two classes and I learned a lot. I was super bummed when I found out I was going to miss it. So I went snowboarding today with Kylee and JB and the snow was really slushy and poopy because it's starting to get warm again. Stupid sun.

Before leaving to go snowboarding I found out that I have to take a test from one of my friday classes early cause I'll miss it. It's an easy test, but on Thursday I'll already have to spend all day in the computer lab frantically trying to finish an assignment for Cyber Security that's going to take a few hours to complete. So I have to stay up tonight, study for this stupid class for this stupid test then wake up early go to the stupid computer lab where I have to do this stupid assignment, go to my lab where my paintball gun probably won't even work because the Army isn't very organized so that will be stupid as well and will completely fail at relieving ANY stress and then I'll have to come back and take the stupid test for my stupid class. Stupid.

So I'm yelling at myself all day because of this and then I go into work and find out that I'm being transferred to another house because one of our clients is moving out. That wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't have to do all the asinine training again. (Yes, asinine. I was over-using the word stupid).

I know I'm being negative and complaining, but screw it. This is my blog and right now I'm having a poopy day.