Futbol. Because it sounds cool.

This post has been in the works for several weeks. Appreciate it. Por favor (spoken in the strongest gringo accent I can muster)

As I mentioned, I started playing on Forrest's soccer team. As much as I would love to say he recruited me because of my raw, amazing talent, it was more that he was desperate for team members the first game so they didn't forfeit (even though, we did). Since I'm always willing to try something, I told him I'd play, but not without warning him that I am terrible. You see, I've never played soccer. I've always had this thing against the sport. I'm pretty sure it roots back to third grade, when one of my friends would always play soccer at recess, and never hang out with me and my other friends.

However, I have grown to like it. I've had a couple people say "Oh you only like to watch it because Forrest likes it." While, yes, I do admit, in the beginning I only showed interest in it because I knew he loved it, and you know, I'm willing to try new things if someone I care about likes them (within reason, of course). However, over the past month or so, I have actually come to like the sport. I find it extremely interesting to watch, because, unlike baseball (sorry family...I love the sport, but only for the first few innings, and when Taco Bell gives free tacos for the Rockies scoring over 7), something is constantly going on. And if you know me, my attention span is rather short. Constant action is a must.

,

And I have basically become a superstar. Okay, that's a lie. A big one. But I do believe I have improved from the first game. I mean, sometimes I actually make contact with the ball. More often though, I find contact with someone else's foot, shoe, shin, etc. and I end up with some nasty bruises. Like, I can't even explain them. You all saw the picture I posted previously of one of them. It was worse in person. I was hesitant to wear skirts because someone ALWAYS commented on it. The next game, I got a bruise that spanned a large portion of my lower leg. Fortunately for all of you, I couldn't get a very good picture of it. But just believe me when I say, it's pretty nasty.

So moral of the story. It's not good to hold grudges against certain sports for years upon years. Or people. But I don't do that. Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, the world cup takes place every 4 years. Don't make the mistake I did and ask if it happened every year.

Oh, and even if I am no good at sports...I am a MASTER at swallowing gummy worms. Forrest and I went to this "Survivor" night at a local museum (because, we are cool like that). One of the competitions was to eat as many gummy worms as possible in 20 seconds. Most people got around 5 (like Forrest). I got 10. In 20 seconds. That's one every two seconds. And yes, I swallowed those suckers whole. Some people find it rather gross. But I find it awesome. I'm so glad I have awesome skills like swallowing gummy worms, and racing games. They really will get my far in life.

And that...my friends, is the end.

But not really, because I just decided to express my excitement that 24 season 8 is over. Don't panic, I still love that show so much. HOWEVER, I have found that I couldn't watch it week to week. I have to watch the season continuously, one after the other. So, soon I will be starting my 24 marathon. Don't even worry, it'll be the most exciting thing ever. Me and Jack Bauer have a long-over due date. Maybe I'll try and go 24 hours without eating or going to the bathroom like he always does.

Now I'm done.