Bleacher Seats and the Freezing Heat

The pod is alive and kicking at 12:30 in the morning. I kind of feel like Zach Braff's character in Garden State sitting on the couch buzzed out while the world spirals around him in crazy circles. This is a rare time when all the lights are on, I'm getting tired, and yet I'm thinking about how weird and amazing it is that it is Mid February, and for the first time in a long time I'm happy day-to-day in the winter.

Call me crazy but I think its the lacrosse. When I think of lacrosse I think of spring, the melting snow and the new boughs and buds. The smell of pine and mud. Those are my spring memories. My birthday means waking up early just for a game. It did all through high school, and it will again this year. But I wouldn't have it any other way. So as much as I want that special someone, I know I have my special something(s). Those cannot be taken away from me. They cannot stand me up on a date, or break up with me via cell phone or facebook.

So if you know an athlete, an artist, a dancer, anyone who is performing, go watch them. See their craft. Observe the rawness of their work for all it is. Cheer them. Make them signs. Give them flowers, whatever they  prefer. Personally, just waiting outside the locker room to talk to me is enough. Just knowing you showed up is enough. What I'm trying to say is support. Give them not only a fan section but a drive to get better. Positive energy is overlooked far too often.

I hope I see you in the stands,

Rach

care, seriously.

   I haven't been doing so well at keping this blog up to date. In fact i dont think i even finishd the other piece of that weekend story. But oh well, I still like this more than giving in to tumblr. This weekend was very boring but some interesting things came from it and I didn't really mind that I got ditched cause I didn't put in much of an effort to try and socialize. Lacrosse is taking over my life and I kind of welcome it. Getting to know my teammates and dealing with school work takes up enough hours of the day when I just want to think about food until I pass out. Does that make sense? probably not. I'm reading Dash and Lily's Book of Dares and its a nice break from the lamenting works that I've been assigned. Creative writing class hasn't been to harrowing yet but I know its getting there. I'm still trying to expand my vast circle of friends. And girls. I need to get a grip on that.
  I've also realized something about actions. If I keep the mentality that I have an effect on others, I'll go further out of my way to help them. I want to know people. But I also understand that that's not always fair to me. I'm truly appreciative for the little things that people go out of their way to do. I was boiling water in the common kitchen and walked out of my room a few minutes later. A boy said he took care of it and that my water was all set. I didn't realize that that was probably the nicest task someone had done for me in a while. And how simple was it other than getting off of the couch and turning the burner off. I probably would have done the same thing, out of frustration for the prick who walked away but he was so genuine about it. What an impact. And to think thats all it takes to effect me. People should start doing more nice stuff for others. It could be so simple. I just want to tell a girl she's beautiful. Just to remind her (or him) everyday that at least one person cares.

SO, for the girl with the half cowboy boots, ozzy osbourne sunglasses and nose ring that smiled at me and said hello today: I don't know your name. I hope to ghandi you live in hawthorne. And please, keep making people's days. I hope to pass you soon and if I do I will ask your name.

smile, you're a gem.
Rach