the straight, the short, and the curly

I just realized that I haven't had a post, pretty much ever, about how much I enjoy my hair. Many days I think about how I want to just cut it all off, but then I realize that I should have it longer for Andrea's wedding, and I don't have enough to cut off yet. But here is a little story about my hair in case you care.

In high school, my hair was generally short. There were highlights put in it once, and then a perm. But for the most part, my hair was straight. My senior year I let it grow out, and the perm was growing out, so it was somewhat wavy. At the end of the year, it got chopped to ear length, again, straight.

<--It stayed like that for most of freshman year of college (the picture is how the hair was without a straightener), but then I decided to grow it out again. It grew until I could donate it again. It was getting somewhat wavy again, but I didn't think anything of it. Then it got cut, really really short. I felt like a cute boy, which is never a good feeling. And to make matters worse, it was really, really curly. I always figured the curls would go away, and I would get my straight hair back, but it still hasn't happened. My hair is a bit past shoulder length, and is still curly. But now I love the curls, and I think they will agree with the humidity I will experience this summer!

And that is my incredibly vain post all about my hair.

Starting the Lasts

Today was the last day I will play in a college tournament in the states (unless I go to grad school, which isn't looking like a great option quite yet). The guys team played and is playing at Lewis University, quite near Valpo. Normally, the guys have been fielding about 20-deep for players, but this semester, they are good if they can get 15, and today there were 10 guys who decided to celebrate Frisbee in this tournament. Sad for them but good for us ladies! Speaks and I stepped up (eagerly) and said we would play if they needed players. And they did, so we played. Today I played pretty well. Playing with mostly guys makes me play really aggressive, which makes me feel really great about the game. But is also makes me really nervous, because every missed catch and missed throw makes me feel about 10 times more inadequate as a player, but then I have to look at the whole field, and no one was making perfect catches or throws. Everyone messed up.

This starts the end of things at Valpo. I am somewhat looking forward to bowing out of Valpo frisbee, I think that I brought something to the team, and if I stayed any longer, it would just make me upset. In front of me is something unknown, and sticking with the Frisbee theme, will I get to play much next year. That I am unsure about, there are a few tournaments I want to hit, but actually train? Hopefully, but I have no say in the matter. Now I just sit and wait, which is really ok, not planning on what I am doing is somewhat refreshing.

But thank you Valpo Ultimate, while there are still many things to do, it is time for me to move on.

Spring should be here soon

Yesterday in the car while we were driving back to Valpo after celebrating Andy's birthday, Heather asked if it was time to start wearing skirts all the time. With hesitation I said not yet, because it isn't 65 degrees constantly outside (Matt, don't you make fun of our lovely Midwest weather). However, I really love skirts, and we also made the rule that we can wear anything but pants, so it opened up a few more opportunities. That being said, no more pants!

Another piece of something fun, we are going to Frisbee sweatshirts! We can get whatever colors we want, and they are going to look pretty amazing. Which color should I get? I was thinking of a dark heather color, it will match with more, and yeah, a little boring of a color, but I don't really have one like that.

Future

Dear Miss Hoffmann,
On behalf of the J. William Foreign Scholarship Board, it gives me great pleasure to congratulate you on your selection as a Fulbright student grantee to Germany.

YES!

Don't know when I will go, or where, but that I get to go.

For the Love of the Game

At practice today, there were only ten Valpo kids playing frisbee at Eastgate. While we were scrimmaging, I layed out for a disc, landed wrong, and did something not great to my left shoulder. I couldn't really move it for about a minute, then I think something popped back into place, and it was fine (for the most part). Over the past three years, I have gotten more injuries from playing Frisbee than I did with ten years of soccer (the first couple of years of soccer don't really count since I was only seven). But throughout the last few years, I have pulled my hamstring, butt muscle, bruised up my legs, hurt my shoulders and of course the scratches from laying-out, but it is all worth it. Some days, I wonder why I got involved in this game, and the very next day I remember because it is such a wonderful game, where all are welcomed. I get to play this sport past college, there is a real community feel all over the world. Ultimate people are like no other people I have met, they are wonderful and easy going, you can't really be a jerk and play ultimate. Yes, some people are not great spirited, but over the whole sport, it is phenomenal.

Happy Easter

Hallelujah! He is risen! Today is Easter, the cornerstone of my faith, and what a great way to celebrate. Mass was probably over two hours, there was a baptism of an adorable little girl, and then seven people joined the church today. Not everything went perfectly, the service was started with a fire outside and ended with snow. Then Jim and Olita served a dinner of appetizers. I went to church with Keith, which was great! We made little jokes throughout the service, but still both of us in awe of how amazing Christ really is. Happy Easter!

Usually, I disapprove of people who have blogs but don't update them within at least a week (but I also disapprove of people who update more than once a day), I am guilty of both of these. But it has been a while since my last post, and obviously a lot has happened, but when I think about it, I can never think of actual things to blog about.

Here is one story: when I came back to school after spring break, I thought I lost my charger, so a few days later, my roommate and I headed out and I purchased a $13 charger from Target, lovely. The next day I found my charger, of course. Luckily, I was talking to the kid next to me in my econ class, and we have the same charger, and he lost his charger, so I sold him my new charger. Over the weekend my phone was getting low on battery power, and I plugged it in to charge. Hmm, it didn't seem to be working, at all. Great. Waiting a week, I headed over the Verizon store, and after realizing it was the charger and not the phone, the service guy looked through a drawer where there were three or four LG chargers, and said I could just take one.

Holy week always has be all over emotionally, from the exciting day of Palm Sunday to the transformation of Good Friday, and this year is no different. One moment I am excited and ready to go, and the next it just makes me sad. But Easter service is tomorrow, and that is all bells and whistles of fun! And also Father Kevin going a bit crazy with the holy water.