i feel this way about school all the time. grades are very disillusioning a lot of times.
Marcella Purnama discovers grades aren't the best measure of success. THE first time I discovered grades ruled my life was when I was preparing my high school graduation speech. I came across American student Erica Goldson’s words, which struck a deep chord in me. She said in her valedictorian speech: “I have successfully shown that I was the best slave. I did what I was told to … via a life review
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this is technically playing soccer for mls, right?
so because boyfriend was unfairly terminated from his job for getting surgery (thanks a lot, houston zoo), he took another job a month ago. he is one of three tour coordinators for mls futbolito, a soccer tournament that travels across the country for the summer (from what i can tell, the three coordinators are basically in charge of making the entire thing run smoothly but don’t quote me on that). i wasn’t too keen on him being away for an entire summer but it’s good work experience for him. anyway, one of the stops is houston which brings me to my next point: the tournament is going to be here next week!
the following is from the futbolito website:
As the official 4 v 4 tournament of Major League Soccer, MLS ¡Futbolito! brings fast-paced soccer action to 8 communities across the country. The day-long event offers food, music and fun activities for the whole family, all alongside a fierce and fun soccer competition for all ages. Sign your team up today, and we’ll see you on the field!
it’s free if you just want to watch but there’s a fee to sign up a team. if you’re interested at all or want more information, the mls futbolito website has an faq section. if you have a question that’s not on there, maybe you can hit me up and i’ll annoy boyfriend about it. it gives me a reason to blow up his cell phone.
gilmore boy
boyfriend and i are watching the gilmore girls and lorelai just said “i had a flagellation to go to.”
boyfriend turns to me and goes “she had a farting party to go to?!?”
two-year-versary
- he got me new swimwear
- we had dinner at pappadeux
- he helped me make brandius‘ cajun bread pudding with praline sauce
- we watched finding nemo
- had brunch with rey, suzanne and tamsin
- i taught him a dance i invented called “the dancing bear”
and now i have another day left with him before he leaves on tuesday for his job for the summer. le sigh…
update: on the day of our two-year-versary, it has been confirmed that osama bin laden has been killed a week ago. it’s not relevant to our relationship but i just wanted to jot it down.
conversations with boyfriend
me: why don’t you call me “sweetie”?
boyfriend: i’ll call you “squishy.” squishy!
me: no…
boyfriend: squishy! it’s just like “sweetie” but with a “qui”
me: and a “shh”!!!
boyfriend: squishy!
