Almost On Break
So it's almost here. Break. Christmas Break. The one thing I have looked forward to since the first day of school, that warm day back in August. Two exams to go; I'm there. What a high of a feeling.
Exams this past week have been either shitty, alright, or awesome, obviously depending on which class. I don't feel comfortable about Math or Chemistry, that's no understatement. Oh well. 573 days left of high school. -----------------I really didn't count bias.
Basketball is going fine. The team is 5-2, having lost to WIS and Field. I really, really wish I was not on the team though. Playing time has nothing to do with it, either. Maybe it would make it more fun, but it's the biggest waste of time. Two hours every night dedicated to practice or getting home after a game at around 8 or 9, possibly later if the games away, is a major hassle. Personally, I'm playing okay when on the court. I will seriously take in consideration having this season be my last for basketball. At least I'm in hot shape, maybe I'll hit the weight room soon.
So it has been a while since I've last written about something of "major" importance. Time, energy, boredom, etc. are all reasons behind this. So I will write about one topic that I consider worthy to be written about. Enjoy! (or hit the X button at the top right corner)
I just watched the Ricky Williams interview on 60 Minutes. No, not a dork, I knew it was coming on and I think he's awesome for doing what he wanted and stepping down from football. I also found interesting how he meditates, religiously smokes marijuana, lives peacefully and also surprised how he doesn't have a girlfriend, and understand why he stepped down. Ricky Williams is extremely sensitive, something we can all relate to at points. Yet, he is sensitive all the time. He appeared nervous during the interview as well; his voice sounded like a pre-pubescent boy at points. He left the game of football because he feared public outcry to the fact that, well... he was going to fail his 3rd drug test. A four game suspension would ensue, as well as inhumane criticism from outside sources who couldn't tell you Ricky's middle name but have a "say" in things. I probably would have done the same exact thing. Many of us have a tendency to "run" from problems and some have probably noticed that in me (i.e. hiding my Checker's food from McCarthy when he entered the junior/senior lounge cuz going out for lunch is forbidden now). Now, I consider Ricky to be one of my hero's for his view on relaxation. His hero happens to be Bob Marley. Behind my mom, Bob Marley is almost a god to me (tee shirts, music, videos, bibliography-- I know that man inside out). Anytime I'm in discomfort emotionally, I almost lean on his shoulder. Sound gay? Fuck it, his music is chill as anything. Anyhow Ricky Williams is under the gun constantly yet he has reacted to it with a cool head. He does an ancient Indian form of relaxation, closely related to yoga. Yeah, he smokes weed (8 out've 10 people reading this do too!) Yeah, his beard is disgusting. In the end he's living the high life, literally but most imporantly, mentally.
Well thats it for now
Merry Chrismukah to all! (that OC this past Thursday is beauty at its best)
Peace
Exams this past week have been either shitty, alright, or awesome, obviously depending on which class. I don't feel comfortable about Math or Chemistry, that's no understatement. Oh well. 573 days left of high school. -----------------I really didn't count bias.
Basketball is going fine. The team is 5-2, having lost to WIS and Field. I really, really wish I was not on the team though. Playing time has nothing to do with it, either. Maybe it would make it more fun, but it's the biggest waste of time. Two hours every night dedicated to practice or getting home after a game at around 8 or 9, possibly later if the games away, is a major hassle. Personally, I'm playing okay when on the court. I will seriously take in consideration having this season be my last for basketball. At least I'm in hot shape, maybe I'll hit the weight room soon.
So it has been a while since I've last written about something of "major" importance. Time, energy, boredom, etc. are all reasons behind this. So I will write about one topic that I consider worthy to be written about. Enjoy! (or hit the X button at the top right corner)
I just watched the Ricky Williams interview on 60 Minutes. No, not a dork, I knew it was coming on and I think he's awesome for doing what he wanted and stepping down from football. I also found interesting how he meditates, religiously smokes marijuana, lives peacefully and also surprised how he doesn't have a girlfriend, and understand why he stepped down. Ricky Williams is extremely sensitive, something we can all relate to at points. Yet, he is sensitive all the time. He appeared nervous during the interview as well; his voice sounded like a pre-pubescent boy at points. He left the game of football because he feared public outcry to the fact that, well... he was going to fail his 3rd drug test. A four game suspension would ensue, as well as inhumane criticism from outside sources who couldn't tell you Ricky's middle name but have a "say" in things. I probably would have done the same exact thing. Many of us have a tendency to "run" from problems and some have probably noticed that in me (i.e. hiding my Checker's food from McCarthy when he entered the junior/senior lounge cuz going out for lunch is forbidden now). Now, I consider Ricky to be one of my hero's for his view on relaxation. His hero happens to be Bob Marley. Behind my mom, Bob Marley is almost a god to me (tee shirts, music, videos, bibliography-- I know that man inside out). Anytime I'm in discomfort emotionally, I almost lean on his shoulder. Sound gay? Fuck it, his music is chill as anything. Anyhow Ricky Williams is under the gun constantly yet he has reacted to it with a cool head. He does an ancient Indian form of relaxation, closely related to yoga. Yeah, he smokes weed (8 out've 10 people reading this do too!) Yeah, his beard is disgusting. In the end he's living the high life, literally but most imporantly, mentally.
Well thats it for now
Merry Chrismukah to all! (that OC this past Thursday is beauty at its best)
Peace