Today marks the first day in a very long time that I've looked at my readership statistics. It seems that the traffic to Van Goal has become as infrequent as my posting. I do apologize, truly, I hadn't planned on neglecting my thoughts for so long. It doesn't feel like I'm super busy. But then I start to go over my day - and it dawns on me that my last three posts have been written well after midnight. Maybe I am busy. But you reach a certain point where you can no longer ignore writing. The vocabulary begins to back up behind my eyes and spill out of my ears. It can be really embarrassing when random words like, "propensity" just fall out of your ears. So there is only one thing to do really - brain dump.
What is a brain dump? This is a brain dump. My mom has warned me thousands upon thousands of times NOT to write a brain dump. Often, there is no structure to a brain dump; the language is sloppy at best and the grammar is abominable. But proper grammar has never been my strength, so let's dump away.
I'm so tired of people asking me how soccer is going. I'm tired of explaining the situation, and I'm nauseous from hearing how unfair it is. If I didn't hear another syllable pertaining to my soccer career ever again, I'd die happy. It becomes aggravating and demeaning on many levels to have sympathy. I used to hate this phrase, but now I employ it daily just because it fits my situation so well: "It's whatever." Because really, truly, it is in fact, whatever. I'm not playing - whatever. That's so unfair - whatever. Keep working hard - whatever. I've adopted the notion that either I'm going to play or I'm not. No matter which fate I end up with I'll still have the same approach that I've always had. So hopefully that makes sense - and if it doesn't, well, this is a brain dump after all.
I cannot stop listening to folk music for whatever reason. Right now I have Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens on. Sufjan Stevens might be the greatest lyricist that I've heard....ever. Everyone should have to listen to him once - he's beautiful. I've also been listening to Ellis Paul, another folky who is beyond peachy. Hard, fast music is just too much for me right now. I just need whispy guitars and breezy vocals, because everything else going on around me is hard, fast, and loud. Oh, listen to Griffin House as well if you get a moment. Griffin House is playing now, and I adore them. Are you still following the dump? If not, no worries, I'm almost done....at least I think so.
The food here has officially become ridiculous. There is nowhere to eat a normal, healthy meal. By healthy, I mean the use of a microwave or prepackaged meat was not employed. Everything is greasy, and everything is microwaved. I've found a way to avoid dealing with the horrendously caloric grub by pirating the kitchen of a teammate. I hold the stove hostage as I make myself and the four guys who actually live in the apartment REAL food. Mom would be proud of how I cook "The Sauces of Italy" on Fridays. But honestly, you would think that in a college of more than 30,000 students - the university could give us something other than Chik-Fil-A and Taco Bell. Anything really, we're not that picky.
Okay, I think the dump is over. Thank you for bearing with me and my poor grammar and language. If this happens to be the last post for a few weeks I do apologize preemptively.
Peace n' folk grease!