Woah, barely noticed that the tumblr dashboard looks different.
Anyways, I’m getting an opportunity to run the 4x100 relay for the varsity boys track team this Thursday. My friend happened to get hurt and that sucks, but I’m glad that I’m getting a chance to just run and compete alongside these varsity boy runners. This team, with the people that are a part of it, is made up of people that I’ve known since freshman year and they’re all really fast. This team includes Christian Knight, Andrew Wee, Calvin Chang, Nick Hernandez, and Kevin Chiao, three of whom I have constantly watched run over the past three years. These runners were so fast during our freshman year that when I tried out for track after the wrestling season ended and after the official try outs had already occurred, I “barely made it into the bubble”. (quoting Marnell) Apparently Willis had my back, then, and pushed for Marnell to accept my 13:10 second 100 meter time. Thinking back now, I realize that the pack of runners that entered Gabrielino High during 2008 were not only gifted but also truly lucky. I mean, what are the chances that we would all end up here in the same year, on this one spot of land at the same time, and all compete in track and field. It’s this thought of having each other and running together on pure chance that makes me believe in something. Nothing mystical, mind you, but just something nice. Also, besides my thoughts of the other guys, my team, and my school I’m also really glad because I’m getting a chance to just run my first ever sprinting event. Hahaha, I’m excited and I hope for lots of laughs afterwards.
“But it was like to stop consuming’s to stop being human
And why’d I make a change if you won’t?
We’re all in the same boat
Staying afloat for the moment
We walk the plank with our eyes wide open”
There’s nothing like starting homework to the smashing sound of drums.
“I wish I could say something classy and inspirational, but that just wouldn’t be our style. Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory… lasts forever.”
Tomorrow is another day for glory. Participating in time trials and biking with friends to Pasadena. Glory also creates chemistry. Oh, what a feat it’s been. I’ve learned that from wrestling.
Pshoww. Writing from my dad’s iPad. I jumped quite a few times today. Andrew said that I was still jumping high despite my feeling pretty weak later in my jumps. One jump went further than the others and presently, I seem to be making giant ditches wherever I land. They’re at least, what, a foot or so deep? Andrew landed right in my ditch today and it sucked cuz he hurt himself. I’ll make sure to clean up the holes I make next time.
Other than that, I ran a total of 3 times around the track today on different intervals, did some pullups, did some box jumps, tried to do a planch with Kevin, and also tried to flag with him, too. Also, I did push ups with Kevin during lunch. He got a blueberry pie from Mr. Curtis and I got a honey bun. We’re some cool dudes. Cool enough for blueberry pie and honey buns. Yumm
And um, I think it’s time to take up meditating again, cuz Lyly suggested it. I’ve been a pretty impatient and restless youth recently. “the hell with everything. I do what I want.” hahaha, Dorian, calling you out to get my reference.
I digress. Somewhat
Moments. If I needed a moment I’d throw a Kit-kat. I’d eat one piece of the bar and throw the rest of it, wrapped and everything, while eating.
Truth is, though, I can’t see myself littering like that.
So, maybe I’ll just pick it up afterwards, then eat the rest of it.
You guys make me smile when I need a smile. HAhaha
Good night, buddy.
Two days ago, I felt good spending the time that I had to do things other than homework. Today, I have time to study physics, calc., or do Gov. notecards. I don’t want to do any of these. My friend, anonymous, spoke to me about how he’s been enjoying life. Right now is not one of those times that I am enjoying life. I need a friggin book to read. I want to read Death of a Salesman. And, well, I want to do other things, too. This morning, I counted the birds that were on the trees in the senior quad. It was pretty nice. There were twenty six total. I don’t know what I want right now. The same friend showed me this cool song today, Somebody That I Used to Know covered by Walk off the Earth. Aint that fancy. No, it’s cool. Interaction, purpose. Haha. I had a great time on the track field today. I had fun jumping on my own pace, jumping with my friends, practicing my high jumping steps alone, and doing pull ups. I want to high jump tomorrow. I want to long jump, too. And I also want other people to be there, too. It’s merrier.
Actually, I think I know what’s wrong. Hmm, to get rid of it or not. That is the question. Nah. To be or not to be is. jk that’s Hamlet’s.
Sigh, it’s 9 already. I spent a lot of time playing pinball(on my dad’s ipad and not the lame computer one. clarification for kevin’s sake), some random game that I deleted around 1 hour after playing, and looking for a good fishing game app. Another hour went to my five question long calc. homework. It was sort of annoying. All in all, it’s 9:14 right now and I don’t know. I feel like i wasted a lot more time than yesterday, or than I should have doing the things that i did. Eh, there’s not much to think about. Ima go to sleep soon.
By “it” I mean my parents eating out together after my dad picks up my mom from the airport and by “this” I mean a date. You see, my mom’s been at Vancouver for the past three weeks and four weeks ago, my dad just arrived home from his 1 month trip in Vietnam. They’re probably talking and chatting like a normal couple right now and I haven’t really seen this happen much before. It just so happens today is Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t make it anymore special, though. Just a coincidence. It’s completely irrelevant otherwise.
Well, have fun.
It’s been a long and lengthy day and it feels like i haven’t really slept. I feel energetic and yet tired at the same time. I still think that I should sleep, though. It’s good for me. Hmm I’m pretty free right now. Just finished all of my homework and it’s only 7:45. Pretty cool. So, I just want to spend this time to keep still and appreciate some things. I want to appreciate my aunt whom calls me on her free time to ask me about college. She persistently dials my number of her own accord just to inquire how the college process is going for me. She’s offered to be a listener for me many times, but I’ve never really called her for that reason. She’s also given me money to buy things for myself when a family shopping event occurs. Overall, I’m thankful and I think I’ll call her one day just to talk, but maybe not some day soon.
I also want to spend this time to appreciate my two aunts that serve me food almost every day. I probably won’t be as healthy as I am if I hadn’t eaten at their place for the last 3 or more years. It’s been nice, though a bit restricting. The food that’s cooked is all healthy. That’s probably why it’s restricting. Also, I have to drive to their place everyday. But! That’s not the point. They’re there for me everyday and I love the fruits they grow. It’s yummy and I don’t know what I’d like to do for them yet.
Finally, I’d like to appreciate my mom. This is a bit more complicated and also much more simple. For one, we’ve got disagreeing differences, but she’s my mom. It’s really that complicated and also that simple. Well, she’s my mom. She’s taken care of me, bought me things, fed me, clothed me, guide me through my life. Just lots of things in general. That’s why it’s so simple. She’s my mom. Thanks. I think I’d like to do something for her, too. But I feel pretty cheesy whenever I seem to want to do something for my parents out of the blue. It’s really annoying. I don’t really know how to work my way past it. It’s quite difficult to understand. Okay, actually this is enough.
Everyone out there is just looking for some form of his or her own happiness.
I listen to music. I write about the sky, the stars, and some old shows. I write about eyes. I write about the casual me. I write about a fart. I write about my feet that are tucked in under the blankets. I also write about my day and how good it was by twelve. I write about 3 o’clock under a dim light. I write about a script. I write about my father. I write about my day. I write about here. I write about how I am. I write about wanting water. I write about body healthiness. I write about my mom getting me a watch and how my aunt and grandma shopped with her for it. I write about how she’s been gone for a while. I write about how I want to see the movie. I write about basketball, dodge ball, and football. I write about my sister and finally, I write about how I haven’t written about these things at all.
I think it’s a given that most guys close up their emotions. Girls seem to share their emotions among each other much more than guys do. It’s just an observation, but I think guys substitute a lack of emotional support with physical support. I mean, girls give physical support, too, but it just seems different with guys. Maybe it’s just that a pat on the back, a man hug, or a handshake are all just different variations of physical support that guys give each other. I think this amount of physical support arises from individual guys wanting to be strong. Well, I don’t think I can say physical actions only give physical support. I guess emotional support can be given physically, too. Maybe I’m just observing a general preference or even too small a world in general, and maybe I’m just generalizing too much, but the truth is it’s a bit awkward starting deep conversations with my guy friends. It’s not as awkward when I talk to a girl, because I guess they seem more accustomed to confiding or sharing more. I don’t know. Maybe guys do just talk about football and sports and if something foreign like feelings are introduced into a conversation, well, I’d have to quote Steven Hyde from That 70’s Show to explain this one, “Shut up Forman, I’m fine!”
P.S. I don’t think humans should be generalized in this way. I just don’t understand and I really mean it. I don’t.
Merit my love, merit my heart’s desires, merry it be the best of me, and I will marry thee.
Haha, cheesy as hell. Been thinking about The Vow, cuz yeah. Anyway, probably not gonna see it.
” I hate your eyes. I hate your lips. I hate your smile. I hate your laugh. I hate your personality. I hate how you make me feel. I hate how you’re the only one that I can picture spending my day with. I hate how I’m so into you. I hate how everywhere I go, you’re always on my mind. I hate you.”
A reblog only for you, David.” —Muskateer (via whatcao)