I haven't blogged in a while, but even though it's almost two in the morning, I'm exhausted, and I'm not really feeling well I'm still going to write this. School has been pretty tough the first three weeks. Tenth grade is a lot different from ninth- they started giving us homework the second day of school. The second day... AP Chemistry is really tough and I think I'm actually going to struggle a lot in that class, but I hope that I make it. Anyway, I don't want to talk about school here.
Last week I went to see Depeche Mode live when they came down to Miami for a concert and they were amazing! I think that must have been the best concert I've been to so far, and we were sitting pretty close to the band too, which was awesome. I wasn't really feeling well throughout the whole concert because something really weird happened. They started playing one of their songs, I can't remember which one, and it had a really hard core bass going on, the kind where you can feel everything shaking. For some reason I couldn't breathe because of the base so I had to walk out of the concert and I almost passed out, but then they started playing my favorite song "Enjoy the Silence" so I had to run back in there even though I wasn't feeling well.
So this week my parents decided to drag me to Sea World with them. I wasn't really excited because that mean that I would have to do all my homework while I was at a crappy hotel and that I couldn't watch most of the tennis matches, and no soccer. I missed my first Manchester United game since around April, and it happened to be a great game which they won. But going to Sea World was actually really fun. I got to watch dolphins and whales do cool things and even though I still have two English tests and a project due on Monday I'm happy I came. Tennis wasn't a huge issue because all the matches have been delayed and I got to watch the big tennis drama tonight.
While we were driving to Orlando from Miami I was talking with my parents about soccer. They were telling me about the Great World Cup of 1994. I call it the Great World Cup because it was the only team that Bulgaria did well in a World Cup, by well I mean we got fourth place. My parents were talking about how we almost didn't qualify and then how we lost our first match to Nigeria and then we beat Argentina and France and Germany, and many other great teams. I was surprised by how much my parents remember about that World Cup. They told me how we scored a our goal in the last minute in Paris to win the match 2-1 and how during that match God was Bulgarian and we qualified for the World Cup. They told me how the French stadium fell in complete silence as their chances of going to the World Cup were thrown out the window. Until this day the French still hate us for that win.
I wish I was there when that had happened. Well technically I was, but I was too small to remember, I wasn't even a year old. My mom told me I started crying when Bulgarian eliminated Germany and reached the semi finals and the entire country cheered so loudly. I wish I had cheered with them because just listening to my parents talk about it gives me goose bumps. I wish that I remember when Bulgaria was good at something other than volleyball. I wish I remembered the Gold Generation.
I wish a lot of things, too bad they can't happen.
