i'm losing you and it's effortless

wow, my flist is not reading the way i thought it would at all. oh well, i guess i'll go against the trend and make a sad post.

of course i decide to throw my chips in with germany the match they go out. i've got the best timing ever, go meredith! just when i'm starting to fall in love with this team, urgh. odonkor is quite possibly my favorite ever and i'm going to have to find out more about him, since i don't even know his first name. but yes, oh yes. they showed him crying at the end and that was it for me, really. i'm done.

but yeah, i doubt i'll watch the final. but i'll cheer for either portugal or france to win it. hopefully france. not that i really care.

and to make matters worse, OH MY GOD, NO. NOT AGAIN. apparently if i ever decide i love a player, even in my own head, even if i don't voice it, chelsea will go after them. i can not fucking escape.

i'm devastated. that was the worst game to watch so far. screw all the drama with the usa, we're a shitty team and we were never going anywhere, despite what people may have fooled themselves into thinking. i don't think england have played very well, but urgh, what a way to go out. it was a fair game, but ouch. fucking rooney. stevie, carra? i still love you with my entire heart. lampard? i even love you (so why don't you go ahead and leave chelsea so i can admit it more often?). the way beckham was trying to comfort all the guys afterwards even made me love him more. ugh, just ugh. now all my teams are gone. guess i'm done.

mina, you'll be glad because i've decided to throw my chips in with germany. there's no way i'm rooting for brazil to win it, so the home team might as well. plus, metzelder is a fox. per too.

hopefully i'll stop shaking soon. the worst part is that i'm actually happy for cristiano.

Another home game and another busy Saturday night. But it's good news this time, thank god. It's good to show Chingy that we love him and need him, but I think he knows by now. Time to stop.

I only watched half the game from the Army section. I don't know if it was a mild game (I don't think it was) or I was just tired, but I couldn't stop yawning and the last thing I felt like doing was chanting and screaming. Whatever it was, me and Mariah wandered off to get a pretzel during halftime - which lead to us seeing the Dynamo boys leave the lockers and head onto the field ridiculously close, maybe I'll bring my camera next time - and then sat a few sections over from the rest of the Army for the last forty-five. It was actually nice to get a different perspective for once. We could talk and even heard the names of the substitutes and how much stoppage time there was. It was amazing!

We also spotted Adrian from our seats at the end of the match. He was standing on the sidelines, patting the guys on the back as they headed in ... using a cane. I was mildly horrified but I read that he had surgery on Wednesday, so it wasn't all that unexpected. I'm just sad because I know we probably won't see him soon. Boy do we miss his long throw ins! Though Pat's throw in was pretty nice, for a goalie and all.

Anyway, I'll be legal in four days. My how time passes.

Dear Clint Dempsey,

You are white. You seem to have forgotten this, so I would like to inform you that the only thing black about your face is your eyebrows. You are not cool, you are not a thug. I find you very annoying and immature, and you should be very glad you are a decent soccer player. Now get off my television.

Also, it's Germany. Jur-ma-nee. Not Jeremy. Really, what the hell?

No love,
Meredith

PS. Oh my god, "Deuce"? I cannot handle this. Soccer players don't rap. Get the fuck out.

Uh oh, I'm relapsing back to my rabid role-playing ways. Send help.

And I can't believe Mori is gone. It's not like I didn't expect it, he really played awful for Liverpool, but I don't know. It's just sad. I liked him. I'm sure Pepe will miss him something fierce.

Oh my God, the X-Men kids are so freaking cute. They should be killed, or just given to me to keep forever. I'm glad Ben Foster is over his long haired days because damn, he can be hot when he wants to be. He's even working a maroon-ish blazer. And, oh, Shawn. Not to mention Ellen Page brings out my gay something fierce. Uh oh, I think I found Wife #4.

So, apparently San Jose's going to resurrect the Earthquakes? Well, okay. That's a little weird. I wonder what my boys think about that. I suppose it doesn't really matter all that much, it's just kind of bizarre. They didn't even wait a year. And speaking of footie, I might do a mini-picspam later featuring construction worker!Stevie and slutty!Mikey. I just think it needs to be done.

But for now, Subway. Yum.

Someone kill me, please. I was telling my mom about Chuck Palahniuk's most recent book (that I've been reading when I need a break from Naked Lunch - yeah, the things I do to my brain) and I said, "It's cool the way he writ it." Now, I don't know if that's exactly how you spell the word, but I'm assuming so. I just, there's no excuse. None at all. What self-respecting writer says writ? I'm so ashamed. I should be punished, sent into exile or flogged or something. Yuck.

Anyway, Dynamo game today. Um. I won't go into much detail because, well, it wasn't that great. Both teams had only two shots on target, one of which Chicago managed to convert into a goal. There was a lot of fouls and not a lot of scoring. It was hot, though not nearly as hot as I was expecting, and hanging out with the Army people was a lot more fun than the actual game. But we still cheered for our boys when they dragged their sorry asses walked off the pitch. And hey, we have a Pat Onstad cheer! Who knew? Highlight of the match: De Ro! I wasn't expecting to see him on, but hey, there he was. Low point of the match: No Adrian, but I was expecting that. Probably hard to play footie with a broken toe, eh? Also, I have one tan arm. Yeah, just one.

Now I'm gonna go shake a leg and try to write something. We'll see how well that goes. I'm in one of those moods. Maybe I'll take dear old Chuck's advice, set a timer and make myself write until it goes off. See what comes out.

Or maybe I'll just kill myself, either way.

So, um, did I mention that I signed up for wtf27? Tentacles, anyone?

Also, could Chingy and Landon Donovan stop flirting all over the place? It's doing my head in! I understand that best friends do grin at each other all the time and stroke each other's egos to the media and, um, take ice baths together, but really. They are so goddamn tempting and I don't even like Donovan. Not to mention Brian could not be straighter. Ajsdkalfjklsjafewfas.

The War on Sex: "The group's new project, "Abstinence Africa," discourages condom use in African countries like Zimbabwe, Botswana, Swaziland and Lesotho where, on average, one in three adults is infected with HIV."

I'm skipping the majority of the insanity that is this article to focus on this one point, since I think it's the real gem in it all. So, let's see, a bunch of rich, crazy white people are now going to go to Africa and try to take the condoms away? There are so many problems with this that I'm not even sure where to begin. First of all, I find it amusing that they'd rather have all the impoverished, uneducated people spread disease around than be called "condom-pushers." But then again, they're not the ones dying. And I'm sorry, but we are so past abstinence over there. You can go and try to teach it but it is not a part of their life. When soldiers are coming through and raping the women there, I'm sure saying, "Oh, excuse me but I'm saving myself for marriage!" really works!

This whole thing makes me sick. Bush is honestly the worst thing that's ever happened to this country, he just opened the door for all the right-wing nuts. I don't appreciate living in a "history-making" era much, thanks. Ergh.

I have a tendency to overthink things, it's a flaw. People have always told me that talking is key and it's so annoying and cliche because it's so true. I can sit and convince myself that the world is ending, when nothing is happening at all, nothing. But, I don't know, the point of this is really just to say thanks to Mina. She is the greatest girl and she is mine, and if you want her you will have to pry her from my cold, dead hands. What we talked about is resolved, it only took me a few days to muster up the courage but your comments helped me a lot. I probably wouldn't have done anything without them.

In other news, have written nothing today. I should get on that.