Alright, so it's been FOREVER since I've gotten down to writing one of these, but my mind has been kinda going crazy lately and it's gotten to the point where I just want to try to sit down and write some things down. This process is also made a bit easier due to the fact that I sprained the crap out of my ankle last night, after practice, at the rec. Honestly, I've never really been the type to go play after practice, but we didn't do any real conditioning and I was frustrated about how we played in a scrimmage against first team so I wanted to go up there and work out my legs pretty hard and then call it a night. However, I noticed that TJ and Allen were over there playing so I figured I would drop by and say hey and maybe hit a few balls in hitting lines; and, of course, I ended up playing and then on like the third play some girl went way under and I landed on her foot and sprained my ankle something wicked. It pretty much sucks, but things happen - ya know? It's really all dependent on how I adjust to this and hopefully it'll help me focus more on my serve recieve and defense since I won't really be able to jump for a little while. Also, it'll make me rely more on my weaker right leg...who knows? Maybe this will have long term benefits, but it definitely sucks now!
So life has been going alright, I guess. I mean all that I really have been doing is playing volleyball, working, and doing school stuff. I've been going out a bit, and definitely drank a lot more than I planned on this last weekend; but, that's going to happen every now and then. I just can't make it into some habit! The whole girl situation is pretty lame, I guess. I learned a lot about myself in my last little "relationship" or whatever that was, and it's always nice to learn; but, at the same time, it still sucks. I think we had just gotten so used to being friends that it became virtually impossible to cross that boundary; but, in the end, I guess that's not really that much of a bad things. We're definitely very different people, but I think that's kinda what was attractive to me about her in the first place. It's easy to pick flaws, but I have TONS of them so who cares? No one is perfect and that's what makes meeting people and learning about what makes them tick that is so exciting to me. I really need to work on actually moving past that though...it seems like I'm just a running line of one liners and I never actually get to know someone. I guess my nervousness just relates into constant empty dialogue. :) pretty sweet, huh?
Anyways, I'm actually pretty embarrassed to be an Aggie right now. If you haven't seen some of the stuff on CNN about the whole Egging Obama carnival that went on at the MSC, go look it up online and you'll be amazed at how ignorant some of our fellow Aggies are. I'm all for free speech and the like, but you have to understand that we're in a racial hotbed at Texas A&M. If something like this is pulled almost anywhere else, it's still a big deal; but, it's not considered some overtly racist act. We've gone like two years without any ridiculous incident, but I guess that's gone for now...Sigh, bunch of idiots.
Hmm, I don't have as much to write about as I thought I did...but I don't think people really read this anyways, so I don't think it matters =D
I just wish I had something to just completely put my passion into...I really like Volleyball, but it's not my passion right now. Maybe it'll be there by the end of the year, but we'll see. I miss doing artistic things. I had some really cool stuff done back in the day with abstract art over at Deviant Art and the like. I remember getting offered 100 dollars for someone to use my picture over in Japan for some commercial...it was pretty cool, but I ended up never working out the financial stuff and it's probably just floating around over there. It's amazing to think about how each and every individual thing you do can come around and change or impact someone that you'll never meet and never have anything more than a one way transient communication with. Crazy huh?
Maybe I'll write some poetry...that'd be cool, but I don't even know how to get started. Ok, I'm going to give myself 3 minutes to write a poem, so here goes:
From the depths of time
come the notes of whine
from sorrow to joy
each and every little boy
can learn to express a pain
only suppressed by a greater gain.
In torment is life
yet its pursuit only leads to strife
for success is only given to a few
and the rest are thrown eschew
poetry is freaking hard...bleh.
Better luck next time, peace
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