There’s a gift inside your head called your mind.

The two day district tourney is finally over, and my doubles partner Jordan and I won second place. Regionals are in two weeks, and I am so unbelievably ecstatic! Through the great and shabby games played, we made it.

I got a call today from the Invisible Children roadies asking if they could stay the night tonight, and of course we said yes. I’m so excited to see them again! It has been far too long since I’ve seen this remarkable people.

I finished my FAFSA today (I am aware I’m a little late, but it is better than never) and I have a huge weight off my shoulders. Unfortunately, I was forced to plan a campus tour day at UNT. Hopefully my parents won’t like the school as much as St. Edward’s.

I only have three hours of school tomorrow. Yes.

All in all, I have had an abundance of joy today. I feel very blessed to have these wonderful events happen, and can only thank the man up above. But in times like these, I feel like a hypocrite. I get angry at God when bad things happen, refusing to accept them. When good things happen, I am overjoyed and very thankful. But it shouldn’t be this way. Not in the least bit. I should be happy and grateful with everything I am given, every obstacle, every pain, every hardship, every single thing. Instead, I contradict my own beliefs and make a fool of myself. I know I need to change.

I need humility.

I need to have faith, the blinded faith that Grace has.

I watched this video about a girl named Grace, who is a former child soldier of the LRA. In the short 15 minute movie, a woman named Vanessa takes a trip to the war-torn region of Northern Uganda and befriended Grace. Towards the end of the video, Vanessa walked Grace home and as they were walking, Grace said, “God loves me so much.” Vanessa said, “Well how do you know that?” And Grace responded with, “He sent you guys.”

That line had me bawling. Grace has been through more tragedy than most of us can fathom. Kidnapped at age 10, raped continuously for 3 years by a man of fifty years, and forced to partake in the LRA. She escaped at age 16 with a baby on her back, which was shot and killed. She was also shot in the back and the leg. But still, she can still say that “God loves me so much.” That kind of belief and optimism is full of light. I have never known that kind of strength and love. I can only hope to have that kind of supreme faith.

Let’s Get Physical!

I finally joined a gym (thank you mom and dad for paying for the membership).
People on my tennis team will most likely laugh when reading this because I am one of the most lazy and frail people they know. But all this is going to change. My nickname Hulkoni (given by Riz who is the only one that can call me that) is going to slowly become true.
Besides my new workout regime, the gym is becoming my new favorite place. Sure it stinks, it stinks really bad, but everyone is there for the same reason; to be healthy. This thought should probably stay in my head with all the other voices, but I’m going to say it: there are too many overweight people in this nation and I’m tired of looking at them. There I said it. And as amazing as Texas is, it’s disappointing to know that we are the fattest state in America. Teensy bit horrific. But back to my point, the gym is marvelous. I love being able to be on the elliptical and watch the news or tennis or soccer, and do weights and challenge myself. The only thing that worries me is sanitation. There are so many sweaty hands over all the equipment. I feel like bringing a Lysol can with me and spraying each thing I touch before I lay my hands on it. Especially those vinyl seats. Hundreds of peoples sweat is just absorbed in there, ready to attach to the next person. But the thing about the gym is observing everyone doing their little routines. There are the big meaty men who are in the back, lifting weights twice the amount of their body weight, looking at themselves in the mirror, with a puddle of sweat around them. My question to these guys is the same as comedian Kevin Hart: What do you with all that muscle?  The only reason someone would need to be that big is if they are competeing in the Strong Man competition or if they are in training for UFC. Otherwise, the excess amount of muscle is useless. If you have the much muscle and you’re a cell phone tech, you’ll most likely crush the equipment with your absurd muscles (I love Kevin Hart, please watch his I’m A Grown Little Man sketch). There are also woman versions of these types of men. These ladies are ripped enough to pass off as a guy. This lady was leg pressing 900 pounds. Why, why, why. I also love seeing people sitting on weight machines, just looking around, swinging their legs and arms like a little kid. The majority of the time they are either 1) bored and don’t want to try anymore 2) did too many reps with too much weight and are now realising it was a bad idea 3) clueless on what to do. Gym people are always interesting. I truly love it.

So I just got back from seeing Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen and it was decent. IMAX theatre was nice but being in a normal theatre would have sufficed. If you don’t know by now, I hate Megan Fox and to have to watch her in this movie, with her horrible acting and fake lips, was very difficult. The comedic relief was at a high percentage, and Shia LaBeouf was bombass. I still like the first one much more but this was a fairly good sequel.

Going to Austin tonight and coming back around midnight the next day, then one more day in Garland, and leaving for Virginia on Tuesday. I’m very very very very excited. Very.

I think it is quite funny that I still have faith in people, especially those who have broken all bonds of trust. I need to be smarter when it comes to people, because they love to find a fool, use them until they’ve torn them down bit by bit, and leaving the broken pieces and pretend nothing is wrong. People, please don’t fall for others’ tricks. People are tricks. Girls and boys both.

I would like to take a poll and see what people have to say to this question:
Is Katy Perry prettier than Megan Fox?