let's be honest here:

These last 7 days have been 7 of the worst days of my life.

The only thing on my immediate agenda is Daniel Johnston tomorrow night. Alone.
Couldn't be more appropriate.
The furthest into the future I can see is July 5th.
Tom Waits.

After that... we'll just have to see.

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uhhh...

I was just on the phone with a veterinary clinic...

Did anyone here know that cats can get zits?

Seriously. That's just nuts.

unexpected things:

Atonement is awesome.
Sweeny Todd is awesome.
I biked to and from Octane tonight.
I'm in pain.

okok. i take it back.

The verbal smack downs at Trinity softball are awesome. I was being sensitive before.
It's really difficult to not be too hard on myself sometimes.
Like, when I was playing sports at a competitive level, I was so emotionally invested in the game that I felt like a complete failure if I struck out, or if I ball got past me, or if I overthrew. And if I didn't feel like a failure, somebody was going to remind me that I should.
Every time I walked somebody last week I felt like I was letting my team down.
And... that's kind of lame.
So, knowing that no one takes this too seriously, I think I can start having fun and getting to know lots of new people.

I also strained my left quadriceps.

I didn't delete my last post because while I may have been over-sensitive, I don't think I was being irrational.
And above all, I meant what I said about feeling abandoned by my friends in the church.
I went through something that was really different for me this past fall, and it kind of blew up in my face. And nobody was there to remind me to show some grace. The whole experience just left me a little duller around the edges than I was before, but with a sharper, meaner whit.

I was on campus just a little bit ago, and a bus was heading in my direction. The front of it said, "JESUS," and I thought to myself, "now that's a little overkill".
When the bus passed by, I read "RescueAtlanta.com" on the back. I've been to this website before. It's something that I had once hoped to become involved in.
Then I realized that I'm much more of a humanitarian than a Christian these days.
I try so hard to be a good "Christian" while maintaining a certain level of cool.
My prayer is to become foolish again.

I'm leaving for Venice in less than 2 months.
I don't know what to do. Sometimes I spontaneously burst into tears.
Not really. But I do get emotional.

maybe she's born with it... maybe it's pms.

My girls have left the country. Now who's going to eat with me?

Both Tom Waits and Daniel Johnston will be playing in Atlanta within two weeks of each other. How much money am I going to spend? It doesn't matter.

Trinity softball started yesterday. Everything hurts.
I pitched the whole game and then got bulldozed by a 3rd baseman in the last inning.

Let's not tiptoe around this: I got really angry. Like, sinfully angry.
Is it acceptable to talk trash at a church softball game?
Really?
Oh, I guess I forgot why I quit playing sports.
The injuries don't bother me, the practice doesn't bother me... it's the fact that everyone thinks that if they were in someone else's position, they wouldn't make the same mistakes. I decided it was time to quit sports when God asked me to get over myself. I assumed He would ask everyone else to do the same.

And when I originally found out that there would be multiple teams, I said I wouldn't play. Why? Because that inevitably means that there would be an A-squad and a B-squad... and I just think that's sick. I decided to play again when they formed our own league of bunches of teams.
However, there's still an A-squad, and the rest of us are B-squad.

Maybe listening to people talk trash about something as unworthy as pitching is a good thing. It's the most anyone from church has thought about me since I left for Italy this time last year. Wow... as I wrote that, I realized that it's true.

It's a really, tremendously fun time.
You may not believe me, considering the rant above...
But all the things that I'm annoyed with are really just crap.
People will wise up, or I'll just callous myself into not caring.





Man, so much stuff happened in the last month that I'm too over to even talk about: Landlord drama, unlivable stench, dead animals, homelessness, bondage-breaking forgiveness... whatever.