holland, you have failed me.

I stayed up too late last night listening to the Fray, reading my Bible, and checking the scores on the game. When they went into overtime, I gave up and went to bed. This morning I got up to check the scores again. I'm mad at Spain for winning, and mad at the Netherlands for losing. I wish that I could have watched the game, but minute-by-minutes updates on Yahoo! worked too. I was so happy when it said that so-and-so was called on offsides, and I knew what it meant! (last year my brother played soccer, and I had the hardest time figuring out what offsides meant. I've got it now.)

I really miss the UAE. The humidity there makes my hair look better. Here, my curls never stay curly. But seriously, I really do miss it. I miss getting to hang out with everyone, staying up late talking to Lauren and Mimi, sitting in the tent laughing. I miss the people. The place doesn't matter, what we do doesn't matter, it's the people who are there that make the difference. The same goes for everyone back home. I know that in one month and one day I'll be home and I'll see them again. The people there, though, I don't know if I'll ever see them again. I hate that thought.

Mimi and I are planning a "Stupid Movie Marathon." Sometimes next weekend or the weekend after that, I'm gonna go to her house and we're gonna watch stupid movies. Monty Python, Napoleon Dynamite, Nacho Libre, and O Brother Where Art Thou. I can't wait. :)

The next three weeks are gonna be crazy busy. My "family" has a three week training thing five days a week. I'll be in the office watching their baby and another baby. We'll have the Friday/Saturday weekend off, but the rest of the time is gonna be pretty busy.

This time next month, I'll be sitting on a plane on my way home. It's weird to think that I only have a month left. I don't know whether I'll be ready to leave or not. I do know that I'm ready to see my family and all those other lovely people, I just don't know if I'll be ready to leave.