"dreams become a reality when you believe"
WOW, i have NEVER experienced this much EXCITEMENT and craziness about soccer! EVER. This is one of the most crazy exciting night i've ever had. Let's start out from the beginning shall we?
Well me and my brothers are really pumped up about this game, i mean Spain vs Germany? HECK YEA, but let me say this, this is our first World Cup to see, but it's hard not to get caught up in this country's excitement! My parents want to go out, but we HAVE to see this game! So they said we'll go to Sweifieh (this shopping strip with lots of cafes [that have TVs]) So we agree, and we go there and look for a spot, we saw a few seats in some cafes but NO, my dad's HUNGRY and wants Shawermah (this meat sandwich thing). Angry and frustrated we walk there, get some sandwiches and walk back to the strip. The place is FLOODED with people. There is not one spot in ANY of the several cafes and restaurants, packs and packs of people were surrounding the TV's, there were literally HUNDREDS of people there. We kept looking, but no place to sit and watch, there were a lot of almost goals and every time they thought it was a goal, all of these hundreds of people were shouting and chanting "GOALLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!! SPAIN SPAIN SPAIN! (or) GERMANY GERMANY!!!" It was INSANE. We're really annoyed there're no spots though and we leave to go find some café somewhere that has it, because my grandparents aren’t subscribed to that channel, so going home isn’t an option at all. We’re in the car telling my dad to drive faster and looking into passing by cafes and restaurants that have TV’s, almost every store in the city is closed, EVERYONE’S watching the game. After passing by five places that had space and televisions which they kept passing up, my dad decides he wants dessert. We exploded. The game’s on, we’re missing it, and you want CAKE?! Of course, we can’t control anything so he stops, takes FOREVER and gets cake. Then we argue about where to go, and I yell “POPEYES. I saw it, they had a TV, it’s fairly empty, let’s GO NOW.” We drive to Popeye’s (btw, Popeye’s here isn’t like in America, it’s WAY classier, all glass and marble, all restaurant looking and fancy) and my brothers practically sprint to the television, and we sit down and watch the game, we missed 55 minutes, having seen only bits and pieces, but we sat and watched and ordered some food. The game was intense, 0-0 was the score, no goals yet, we’re all sitting, nibbling at our food, too focused to actually eat and then GOAL! Spain made a goal! Popeye’s ERUPTED, chairs fell because people were jumping from their seats, everyone was clapping and slapping backs, including me and my brothers. So much spirit I swear. We watch until the game is over, Spain won. I felt bad for the poor German guys though :/ they looked pretty upset. But oh well, anyway we leave Popeye’s to go to the World Cup vendor on the street. I buy a Spain scarf and my brothers buy “Spain” hats (or so we thought). People everywhere (so many cars) are driving everywhere, waving the Spanish flag out of their cars and honking their horns. My brothers of course have to get into it, put on their “Spanish” hats and stand out the window and go around chanting and yelling “SPAIN! SPAIN! YEAAA!” We pass by these CRAZY kids doing the same but standing on the side of the street, and this one seriously excited kid is chasing our car and shaking and slapping hands with my brother until he got a little too far from his friends, his face was PRICELESS. You don’t understand how much we were laughing tonight. We’re on the way home and I’m like “GOD, I wish I got that kid on video! His FACE! That kid is INSANE!” Then I turn to my brother and really LOOK at his hat. I realized it was the German hat. I just stared at him and CRACKED UP laughing. “You IDIOT XD You’re yelling ‘YEA SPAIN’ and you’re wearing the hat for Germany! XD” I can tell you that my brothers were embarrassed. So we turn around to go return the hat, but we can’t. Final sale kind of thing. So they buy the Spain scarves and I wrap it around their hats, and they continue to stick their heads out the window yelling and screaming and honking with the other cars. We passed by the insane kids again, and this time they STOP our car, come over to our window and yell and give high fives and tackle each other, we start to drive off and this kid grabs my brother’s hat and throws it at him and the insane kid starts chasing our car and slaps my brothers hand before going back. We went around three times tonight. There’s no way I could forget this night, we all laughed SO hard, my brothers were insane and so was the rest of Jordan. I can say my first World Cup is not going to be my last, not at ALL.
i'm taking "risks"
i'm not over thinking something i type and taking ages to decide whether to send it or not
i just think "if they were my close friend would i send this?"
and i almost always would.
so i almost always do. now THEY can over think what i say.
the weight's off my shoulders and onto theirs
and one day they'll realize what i have realized
and pass over their weights
and it'll go on and on
those weights
always teaching a lesson
butterflies.
i haven't had them since middle school
i thought they weren't coming back
just a silly lovesick phase, a preteen infatuation side effect
but i'm in highschool now and...
when i think of you they come alive--at first i didn't know why
when i looked at you they would flutter
and when you hugged me they would fly
when you talked to me they danced around
when you smiled at me my heart would pound
sensations i haven't felt in a while
it's your fault you make me smile
it's true,
i like you.
you don't really realize how much you miss someone or something until it's gone for a while but then comes back. 
EVERYONE deserves a compliment, so go ahead! Treat yourself to one, two, three? Just keep clicking! 
ahh i forgot how good it feels to win 
i'm going back to my old optimistic self. 
i have no idea.
Man, i absolutely 100% love foreign people and accents (preferably British, Australian) it's like an obsession. If i hear someone talking in an accent I die inside. 
