Feather boa

There are three things in particular that get to me lately. I don't want them to, but they do. Like the heat. The last time I was over-heated like this was in 2005 in London. Okay, that might've been a little worse because I almost fainted, but the point is there. Last Sunday (I know, English is weird - anyway, the one that just passed) I had to put a wet towel over my head because I couldn't function like a normal person. Yesterday at work I had to spend a lot of time rinsing my wrists and sitting down because movement made me over-heated. (I know, but if you rinse your wrists or ankles you cool the blood a bit and thus chill yourself - for a little while anyway.) You know, one would think that after the really bad thunderstorm yesterday night the heat would clear out a bit. Of course, being me, I didn't hear anything. I went to bed at 2:30am and it started at 3am. How sucky is that? Always the same thing - I speak to someone and they go on about how they couldn't sleep because of the thunder. "Thunder? There was no thunder." "Oh, yes there was. Could hardly speak at all - it was that loud." "You're kidding?" "Nope, kept me up all night." "Damn, I missed it again!" Always the same. I guess I should be happy that I'm not a light sleeper, but I want some thunder so I can pretend I'm all evil and stuff! Uhm... rephrasing - I'm very happy that I'm not a light sleeper so I can sleep all through the night. Yes... that'll... do...
The third thing that gets to me is that I wasn't able to watch the World Cup with my Dutch friend. I really wanted to do that, but to quote my best friend "being an adult is about saying 'no' because you can't afford it". It sucks. I don't like to be an adult any longer. I'd like to be a... Yea... No, I don't want to be a child, I don't want to be a teenager and I certainly don't want to be an middle-aged woman or an old lady. I think I'll just stay where I am and discuss the World Cup with you instead.

I really wanted Germany to win - you know, play-style-wise. Just cheering-wise I rooted for Holland, but the way they played in the final I didn't feel to bad for being split with my support. (Several summers in Spain does that to you.) I don't think that Spain was the worthy winner, but in that game they were. Of course, there's been critique against the British referee and I can understand that. He didn't give out nearly as many cards as he should've had. And he was harder on the Dutch team. Of course, kicking someone in the chest isn't very nice, now is it? Personally it wasn't the most fun game I've ever seen and I think the referee took out his eyes and placed them in the locker-room in a jar or something, because he missed a lot of shit. I think FIFA should get Pierluigi Collina back. Sure the man looks like a skeleton, but he's the best. Doubtlessly.