"Righteous, righteous"
alanis morrisette said it so well.
i've been going out surfing a lot lately, i can't count the days. spring break till now, it seems like everyday. living only 30 minutes from flagship is heaven. granted i rarely surf flagship bc its so crowded, cept weekdays, no ones out. idiots, skip school, it's rare that the waves get like this.
so anyhow its really choppy and my board once again busted my face, my lip this time, last time it was my eye or nose or something.
time for a new one; well, another one.
surfing is amazing therapy for my mind. mmmmmmm. ok, words can't explain it, but some of you, with passion, may understand the feeling.
yesterday, saturday. i had a soccer game :)
on my way to the fields my eyes filled with tears. now it sounds silly i know, but i don't care, no one will ever understand how much soccer means to me. to love something so much and to play it so well and to have a future in it. then one day, one second, it gets taken from me, and i have to quit cold. yeah, the injury was building, but that moment. ef that moment. it ruined me and for awhile i had nothing. for a long while i had nothing.
thinking about it now. brings tears again. it feels good to at least be playing again, ya know. sure i have to ice the ankles, but its worth it, the pain is worth it. i don't care anymore. i promised Gary, i promised myself. i wish i had the speed and stamina i once had. i want it back. kjadfbkjdhskasdhkjasdhkajsdsa it hurts so much to love something so much and to know the reality. if i had known being a cheerleader for 6 years was gonna aide my ankles to injury, i would have never done it. im sorry for being good, im sorry for being an all-american. i'm sorry it shortened my soccer career, my heart.
ugh. the more i think about it the more frustrated i get.
no one will ever understand how much it means...but thats ok, no one needs to.
i scored a goal, one touch, left foot drive :)
=maybe England.
i lost my voice and it turns me on. jk. kinda. it just sounds neat, ok. i think it was a mix of my allergies and the smoke, nasty smoke at the clubs.
i work at the galleria now.
i want to play or play around as much soccer as possible.
i want to have a good surfing session [<--hate that] tomorrow.
i want to be able to learn my Shakespeare lines.
i want to have a raspy voice forever.
i want a mini cooper :)
if i do study abroad in rome next school year, it's still an IF, i'm going to call him the day before i leave and tell him i was there...ugh.
k, so ima go to sleeeeep. i've class at 1, so i'm gonna try to wake up eary and go surf before class, eeeeee!
Seriously, Alanis...you said it so well..."isn't it ironic?"
i've been going out surfing a lot lately, i can't count the days. spring break till now, it seems like everyday. living only 30 minutes from flagship is heaven. granted i rarely surf flagship bc its so crowded, cept weekdays, no ones out. idiots, skip school, it's rare that the waves get like this.
so anyhow its really choppy and my board once again busted my face, my lip this time, last time it was my eye or nose or something.
time for a new one; well, another one.
surfing is amazing therapy for my mind. mmmmmmm. ok, words can't explain it, but some of you, with passion, may understand the feeling.
yesterday, saturday. i had a soccer game :)
on my way to the fields my eyes filled with tears. now it sounds silly i know, but i don't care, no one will ever understand how much soccer means to me. to love something so much and to play it so well and to have a future in it. then one day, one second, it gets taken from me, and i have to quit cold. yeah, the injury was building, but that moment. ef that moment. it ruined me and for awhile i had nothing. for a long while i had nothing.
thinking about it now. brings tears again. it feels good to at least be playing again, ya know. sure i have to ice the ankles, but its worth it, the pain is worth it. i don't care anymore. i promised Gary, i promised myself. i wish i had the speed and stamina i once had. i want it back. kjadfbkjdhskasdhkjasdhkajsdsa it hurts so much to love something so much and to know the reality. if i had known being a cheerleader for 6 years was gonna aide my ankles to injury, i would have never done it. im sorry for being good, im sorry for being an all-american. i'm sorry it shortened my soccer career, my heart.
ugh. the more i think about it the more frustrated i get.
no one will ever understand how much it means...but thats ok, no one needs to.
i scored a goal, one touch, left foot drive :)
=maybe England.
i lost my voice and it turns me on. jk. kinda. it just sounds neat, ok. i think it was a mix of my allergies and the smoke, nasty smoke at the clubs.
i work at the galleria now.
i want to play or play around as much soccer as possible.
i want to have a good surfing session [<--hate that] tomorrow.
i want to be able to learn my Shakespeare lines.
i want to have a raspy voice forever.
i want a mini cooper :)
if i do study abroad in rome next school year, it's still an IF, i'm going to call him the day before i leave and tell him i was there...ugh.
k, so ima go to sleeeeep. i've class at 1, so i'm gonna try to wake up eary and go surf before class, eeeeee!
Seriously, Alanis...you said it so well..."isn't it ironic?"