So far, I have... 8 bags available for sale. Six 32s and two 12s. More 32s and probably another 12 panel is in the works, I believe. For some of these bags, I'm considering selling to certain kickers going to Worlds. Trades may be possible, though monetary gain is something of a priority I need to consider in Florida. I don't know.
In the course of my stitching, I've found three snazzy new bag patterns that I'm not sure if they have already been discovered yet by stitchers. I'm trying to pump them out to show off at Worlds. I also made a pattern variation from one of these patterns that I've found. A huge, HUGE hint: Ultraman Tiga.
I haven't been playing seriously in the entirety of my stitching regimen. I just know that I didn't play so well last week due to the humidity and improper form, and that Sunday was the last day that I had a serious footbag session. It was with Alex Strassman and Wiktor and Gosia from Poland. Drew Martin and Barrett Neimeth were the other two players that showed, and we played in Barrett's NYU dorm at some recreational spot due to rain. It was a pretty fun session. I literally giggled like a schoolgirl when I saw Wiktor and Gosia's amazing freestyle doubles routine. I want to see them at Worlds and watch Doubles Freestyle.
My clippers suck. I really need to take this final week before Worlds to really train on them. I'm considering taking this entire weekend just to do clippers and only clippers, because that's what I really need to do the most.
My dog is the cutest and most obedient dog in the world. I think his barking misfit the other week was due to drunken violence from the night club around the corner of my block, which caused him some concern. He does feel lonely at times, but I try to support him the best I can.
I also feel tired for tutoring my niece this entire summer. I'm also thinking that I'm being too harsh on her and her academics - it's summer and she is a kid after all. She developed a stomach ache and fever just a few days ago. Not to worry - she's a fighter, eventhough she complains a bunch.
Come on Waylon, don't be nervous for Worlds! Pep up! Get EXCITED!
PS: Met up with my ex a couple of days ago. She was the bulimic girl that I mentioned in some of my posts in this footblog. We've had our share of problems in the past, but we were on friendly relations on two play dates last week. I met up with her on a Thursday and she had a full body - not a twig-like Polly-playhouse-figurine mess from what I remembered. She looked fit and healthy. We walked around book stores in Times Square and whatever. On Friday, we both watched the Simpsons movie and had a blast watching. I still felt that we were on separate grounds, which is perfectly fine.
I just wish she could hold back on the make-up more. Seriously. I couldn't keep a straight face nor could I look at her face to face most of the time.