Hopefully this is only for a week...
Hello there. So it seems like its been a while since I've updated this thingy. Oh well, you don't want to hear about my uneventful days anyways, so I guess its a good thing. But I do have a story to tell you today. Yesterday at practice I landed on top of a ball and rolled my ankle. YUCK, I know right. So I stayed home from school today seeing as I couldn't walk on it, I went and saw a doctor. He told me "severe sprain" and that I could possibly be out for like a month, AT THE MOST! That is a little extreme for just a sprained ankle. Probably like a week or two, two at most. We'll see how well it heals. :) I'm going to miss a tourney this weekend :( Go figure. But now I have a softcast on my foot for a week and I also have to wear this HUGE boot so that I don't move it. Oh yeah, and did I mention I get to walk around school w/ crutches! NOOO! I'm going to hate it! YUCK! People babying me and such, I hate it. None of that! Oh well its only tomorrow and Friday, and hopefully I'll be alright for next week. :)
But thats my story for you. Nothing too exciting, kind of lame actually, but oh well. :)
Ben Folds_Fred Jones Pt 2
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
theres an akward young shadow that waits in the hall
and hes cleared all his things and hes put them in boxes
things that remind him life has been good
25 years hes worked at the paper
a mans here to take him downstairs
and i'm sorry mr. jones its time
there was no party
there were no songs
cause todays just the day like the day that he started
no one has left here who knows his first name
and life barrels on like a runaway train
where the passengers change
they dont change anything
you get off someone eles can get on
and i'm sorry mr. jones its time
street light it shines throu the shades
casting lines on the floor and lines on his face
he reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
projecting some slides onto the plain white canvas
and traces it fills in the spaces
he turns off the slides and it doesnt look right
yeah and all of these bastards have taken his place
hes forgotten but not yet gone
and im sorry mr. jones
and i'm sorry mr. jones
and i'm sorry mr. jones its time