I love the game- basketball
I will try to befriend anyone who plays.
Sure I might develop a crush on a player, but that doesnt mean that I am not capable of being friends.
I will be there for every game- well as many as possible
I will be a silent cheerleader.
I will respect bus rides
I will respect every player
I wont crash parties
But deep down, I just want to be friends- is that really so hard?
This is my promise: to be the behind-the-scenes girl, the quiet one that you may not notice, but really the one who just wants to be accepted, who wants to be your friend, but is too self-conscious to make the first move, so I will wait patiently. I will smile, wave, maybe try to talk, but I will do my best to not overstep any boundaries.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Season of Thanksgiving
This past Thursday was Thanksgiving, and I was very thankful for the life that I had. Things had started falling into place for me, and it was wonderful.
Then, Saturday, my dad had a heart issue. It was the first one to hospitalize him since 2 weeks before the start of my Freshman year at Transy.
Mom, grandma, and I were near Cincy when we got the call- we had been planning for about a month that they would come to a Transy basketball game, and this was the one. So, there we were in Cincy, and we got the call. And yes, I feel a little guilty- I stayed in Cincy for the game, while mom and grandma traveled home. Over the course of the next couple of hours I questioned my sanity. Why in the world did I pick basketball over my dad? Well, the answer my friends, is that I wouldnt have been able to do anything for my dad, it would have taken 2 hours to get home and then its just a waiting game. And I chose to do my waiting at the basketball game, surrounded by the team and their families. And I know that I am not buddy-buddy with everyone on the team, but some people came through and showed that they cared, and the parents/grandparents also rallied around me and offered me a place to stay, which is way more than I could have asked, but it was greatly appreciated. I am not perfect, and I did "choose" basketball over my dad, but I am at a point in my life, where I know what to expect when dad goes to the hospital- bloodwork, overnight stay, stress test, and other random tests, and dad knows that I love him and that I would drop anything for him but at the same time, I still have a life to live, I still have responsibilities. Basketball isnt just fun for me, its a job. And at the end of the day, dad is ok, for now.
Some of the good things that came out of this experience: I came out of my shell a little bit more because I was reminded that life is short, and even if its good right now, I still have some responsibility for how my life ultimately turns out. But the best thing of the experience was the flight. Mom and grandma took my car home, I rode the bus back to Transy, and a friend picked me up and I stayed with her, but now I was stuck in Lex without any of my clothes, schoolwork or even my room key so I was desperate to find a way home Sunday. One of the clients from the clinic flew from Lou to Lex to pick me up, took my back to Lou and then took me to the hospital. And though the surrounding circumstances werent that great, flying in a small plane from Lex to Lou, was freakin AWESOME. And now, I want to either marry a pilot or get my pilots license!
Today, lets toast to making lemonade out of lemons. Sure, life is always gonna mess up your plans, and sure things may not turn out as well as they did for me this past weekend, but we can still hold our head high, and we can still live life to our fullest- if not for ourselves, for our loved ones.
Then, Saturday, my dad had a heart issue. It was the first one to hospitalize him since 2 weeks before the start of my Freshman year at Transy.
Mom, grandma, and I were near Cincy when we got the call- we had been planning for about a month that they would come to a Transy basketball game, and this was the one. So, there we were in Cincy, and we got the call. And yes, I feel a little guilty- I stayed in Cincy for the game, while mom and grandma traveled home. Over the course of the next couple of hours I questioned my sanity. Why in the world did I pick basketball over my dad? Well, the answer my friends, is that I wouldnt have been able to do anything for my dad, it would have taken 2 hours to get home and then its just a waiting game. And I chose to do my waiting at the basketball game, surrounded by the team and their families. And I know that I am not buddy-buddy with everyone on the team, but some people came through and showed that they cared, and the parents/grandparents also rallied around me and offered me a place to stay, which is way more than I could have asked, but it was greatly appreciated. I am not perfect, and I did "choose" basketball over my dad, but I am at a point in my life, where I know what to expect when dad goes to the hospital- bloodwork, overnight stay, stress test, and other random tests, and dad knows that I love him and that I would drop anything for him but at the same time, I still have a life to live, I still have responsibilities. Basketball isnt just fun for me, its a job. And at the end of the day, dad is ok, for now.
Some of the good things that came out of this experience: I came out of my shell a little bit more because I was reminded that life is short, and even if its good right now, I still have some responsibility for how my life ultimately turns out. But the best thing of the experience was the flight. Mom and grandma took my car home, I rode the bus back to Transy, and a friend picked me up and I stayed with her, but now I was stuck in Lex without any of my clothes, schoolwork or even my room key so I was desperate to find a way home Sunday. One of the clients from the clinic flew from Lou to Lex to pick me up, took my back to Lou and then took me to the hospital. And though the surrounding circumstances werent that great, flying in a small plane from Lex to Lou, was freakin AWESOME. And now, I want to either marry a pilot or get my pilots license!
Today, lets toast to making lemonade out of lemons. Sure, life is always gonna mess up your plans, and sure things may not turn out as well as they did for me this past weekend, but we can still hold our head high, and we can still live life to our fullest- if not for ourselves, for our loved ones.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tonights Gonna Be a Good Night
Maybe, although I have the urge to cry my eyes out, and I dont even know why.
Life is great, I am getting everything that I want. I am moving forward, living every day and loving it. So why the sudden sadness?
I think it has to do with loneliness. I mean I dont understand it, but I guess it fits. I need a person to vent to a person who is there, physically and emotionally, no matter what. Someone who is close- see thats my problem. I have a couple of great friends and I absolutely adore my family, but friends arent always there emotionally- and who am I to put my worries on them? And family, unfortunately isnt there physically.
Oh well, its one of those times I realize whats going on, I recognize it, take a deep breath and put it aside, too much is going right for me to stumble here.
Heres to staying on your feet, especially when on the outside things look fine and you are emotionally jumbled like no other.
Life is great, I am getting everything that I want. I am moving forward, living every day and loving it. So why the sudden sadness?
I think it has to do with loneliness. I mean I dont understand it, but I guess it fits. I need a person to vent to a person who is there, physically and emotionally, no matter what. Someone who is close- see thats my problem. I have a couple of great friends and I absolutely adore my family, but friends arent always there emotionally- and who am I to put my worries on them? And family, unfortunately isnt there physically.
Oh well, its one of those times I realize whats going on, I recognize it, take a deep breath and put it aside, too much is going right for me to stumble here.
Heres to staying on your feet, especially when on the outside things look fine and you are emotionally jumbled like no other.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Jessie Stats era is here! :)
Last night I got my first gig at doing books for the Transy men's basketball team. I had a blast, even if the short ref was a little scary!
Coach had told me to be in the gym at 4:30, and then we didnt even leave til roughly 5:30 or a little later. So, we get to Berea and I ask coach what he wants me to do. His response? "I didnt even know you were on the bus!" And he wanted me to do the books, but he didnt HAVE any books, luckily, I did. So I said, "You mean books like this one?" and he said yes. I felt awesome. And then one of the assistant coaches came to check out what I was doing. Asked if the book I had was a book that Transy had, and I said "No, I just happened to have it laying around." He laughed, and told me congrats on being more prepared for the game than they were. It felt great. And keeping the books is MUCH easier than keeping stats, how did I not realize this before?!
On another note. I think the Saint is scared or creeped out by me. Which saddens me greatly. I dont mean to be creepy. So now I have to find a way to descare him. And no, its not going to be an elaborate scheme. In fact, its going to be more of a lack of interest. Yes, I would like to ride the same bus as him, but really, I just want to ride the bus of players that actually occasionally talk to me- even if its not often. And he hangs out with the 2 that do. So, sorry bout your luck, but I do plan on riding the same bus, I wont sit next to you unless its the last seat though. Sorry pal.
Heres to doing scorebooks at away games but being able to enjoy the home games!
Coach had told me to be in the gym at 4:30, and then we didnt even leave til roughly 5:30 or a little later. So, we get to Berea and I ask coach what he wants me to do. His response? "I didnt even know you were on the bus!" And he wanted me to do the books, but he didnt HAVE any books, luckily, I did. So I said, "You mean books like this one?" and he said yes. I felt awesome. And then one of the assistant coaches came to check out what I was doing. Asked if the book I had was a book that Transy had, and I said "No, I just happened to have it laying around." He laughed, and told me congrats on being more prepared for the game than they were. It felt great. And keeping the books is MUCH easier than keeping stats, how did I not realize this before?!
On another note. I think the Saint is scared or creeped out by me. Which saddens me greatly. I dont mean to be creepy. So now I have to find a way to descare him. And no, its not going to be an elaborate scheme. In fact, its going to be more of a lack of interest. Yes, I would like to ride the same bus as him, but really, I just want to ride the bus of players that actually occasionally talk to me- even if its not often. And he hangs out with the 2 that do. So, sorry bout your luck, but I do plan on riding the same bus, I wont sit next to you unless its the last seat though. Sorry pal.
Heres to doing scorebooks at away games but being able to enjoy the home games!
Monday, November 16, 2009
The Drive Home
I thought about him today, while driving home. No, not The Saint, and No, not the Angel- shoot I havent thought about him in ages. No, not Dylan. But James.
Yes, James, and No, it wasnt upsetting in the slightest.
I compartimentalize so well sometimes that I just need to let myself let go. Not in the he's out of my life way but the, I'm gonna let my thoughts go where they want to go and not be upset when they turn to James. And turn to him they did.
Its interesting looking back on the time that I was falling for him. I was ready to take a leap of faith, I was ready to try my hand at this whole relationship thing, but he was planning on moving, so we would have only had 2-3 months. I was ready, he was holding back. Which is fine, and you know even the best laid plans dont always work, he didnt move, hes still just 20 minutes down the road from Lex, but he does have a girlfriend now, and we do still talk. Mostly I make fun of him, or I am slightly snotty, but its not that I wish him ill will, not at all, its that if I dont poke fun at things, I dont know where my mind might go- you know the "Oh, hes talking to me, wheeeeeee" type of thing. I cant do that, I dont want to do that.
And if I've said something once, I've said it a thousand times: I am really, honest to goodness, truly happy right now. My life couldnt get much better.
And the best part about being able to let myself think of James, is that I dont dwell on the angst, I dont care about the times that I was wringing my hands trying to figure him out, but I do focus on the fun times that we had. And that my friends, I think, shows that, though it wasnt perfect, it was meant to be, and its good, and it was a growing experience.
So heres to moving on, but being able look back at the good times.
Yes, James, and No, it wasnt upsetting in the slightest.
I compartimentalize so well sometimes that I just need to let myself let go. Not in the he's out of my life way but the, I'm gonna let my thoughts go where they want to go and not be upset when they turn to James. And turn to him they did.
Its interesting looking back on the time that I was falling for him. I was ready to take a leap of faith, I was ready to try my hand at this whole relationship thing, but he was planning on moving, so we would have only had 2-3 months. I was ready, he was holding back. Which is fine, and you know even the best laid plans dont always work, he didnt move, hes still just 20 minutes down the road from Lex, but he does have a girlfriend now, and we do still talk. Mostly I make fun of him, or I am slightly snotty, but its not that I wish him ill will, not at all, its that if I dont poke fun at things, I dont know where my mind might go- you know the "Oh, hes talking to me, wheeeeeee" type of thing. I cant do that, I dont want to do that.
And if I've said something once, I've said it a thousand times: I am really, honest to goodness, truly happy right now. My life couldnt get much better.
And the best part about being able to let myself think of James, is that I dont dwell on the angst, I dont care about the times that I was wringing my hands trying to figure him out, but I do focus on the fun times that we had. And that my friends, I think, shows that, though it wasnt perfect, it was meant to be, and its good, and it was a growing experience.
So heres to moving on, but being able look back at the good times.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Fan Girl
Sometimes I feel like a fan girl when it comes to basketball. Yes, I am helping with Transy's team, which is SUPER exciting. And yesterday we played some local guys, coached by Kyle Macy with players like Bobby Perry and Lukasz Orbzut, and I was kind of super excited. BUT I was a good girl and didnt go all fan girl in their face, I mean I bet there is nothing worse than going fan girl in the face of players when said fangirl is also stats girl.
So, here's to keeping the fan girl inside of me, and not going all crazy when I meet some awesome basketball players! Oh, and this doesnt just go for the pro team, or for UK players (on the off chance that that happens) this goes for the Transy players that I am around every day.
Needless to say, I love these guys! (And somehow I dont think they know what has hit them yet) Yes, I am the stats girl, but I am also the number 1 cheerleader, the behind the scenes girl, and I cannot WAIT to see what the season brings!
So, here's to keeping the fan girl inside of me, and not going all crazy when I meet some awesome basketball players! Oh, and this doesnt just go for the pro team, or for UK players (on the off chance that that happens) this goes for the Transy players that I am around every day.
Needless to say, I love these guys! (And somehow I dont think they know what has hit them yet) Yes, I am the stats girl, but I am also the number 1 cheerleader, the behind the scenes girl, and I cannot WAIT to see what the season brings!
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Loving Life
So I see pictures on facebook and I sigh. Part of me wants to be part of that world, you know, like how The Little Mermaid feels, but at the same time I like the person that I am. I am not a party person, and I am not a part of that world. The guys see me and they say hi to me but that is about it, I don’t know why but our relationships just aren’t that deep and yes, it sounds funny, but I like these guys and not like I want to be with them, but rather I want to be their friend. I honestly think of myself as their biggest fan. I mean seriously who else- who doesn’t have a personal agenda- would go to so many games. Now, I am not saying that I don’t have a personal agenda, but I am not a girlfriend, I am not looking to get in bed with them and I am not a family member. In fact, I just want to be their friend. No one has too many friends right?
I know that before I have talked about these boys a lot and about a specific boy more often, but I have changed my lease on life. I have changed my outlook, with the help of a friend. I decided that I could focus my energy on being friends with him instead of focusing on how he notices me and when he notices me. So, I changed the rules of the game and already I have less butterflies- its great. I hope that I can keep this going.
In other news, I feel like I am growing as a person, and I kind of love it. I don’t think my life could get much better. I am doing ok in my classes, I am enjoying my classes. I am participating in basketball season in a way that I never have before and I love that, I cannot be more excited about this opportunity- I only hope that I don’t get fired from this job! I have a great family and I am thankful for my life- period. I need nothing more in my life. I feel as if my life is complete, for the first time ever. And I absolutely love it.
I am looking forward to the next step- graduate school. And to find success in this endeavor I need to keep focusing on the schoolwork that I have now, as well as studying for the GMAT test. I think I am going to ask my mom and grandma to help me study over Christmas break- if I can.
Here’s to changing the rules of the game in order to love the life you live and live the life you love!
I know that before I have talked about these boys a lot and about a specific boy more often, but I have changed my lease on life. I have changed my outlook, with the help of a friend. I decided that I could focus my energy on being friends with him instead of focusing on how he notices me and when he notices me. So, I changed the rules of the game and already I have less butterflies- its great. I hope that I can keep this going.
In other news, I feel like I am growing as a person, and I kind of love it. I don’t think my life could get much better. I am doing ok in my classes, I am enjoying my classes. I am participating in basketball season in a way that I never have before and I love that, I cannot be more excited about this opportunity- I only hope that I don’t get fired from this job! I have a great family and I am thankful for my life- period. I need nothing more in my life. I feel as if my life is complete, for the first time ever. And I absolutely love it.
I am looking forward to the next step- graduate school. And to find success in this endeavor I need to keep focusing on the schoolwork that I have now, as well as studying for the GMAT test. I think I am going to ask my mom and grandma to help me study over Christmas break- if I can.
Here’s to changing the rules of the game in order to love the life you live and live the life you love!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Blessed
A song by Martina McBride
I may not always express my gratitude for having the life that I have, and as Addison Montgomery from Private Practice said "I dont have a visible wound, but I am still broken" I feel that mentally I am sometimes broken. BUT I am grateful. I love my family.
And today especially.
Today my dad turned 53. He had a heart attack 9 years and 5 months ago. His right coronary artery was 99% blocked, but angioplasty fixed it. My dad has had various other health issues in the last 9 years, BUT he is still alive, and he is still mobile. And for that I am grateful. I feel blessed.
I only hope that he will live to walk me down the aisle, that he will get to see MY kids grow up- not just my brothers.
And then there is my grandma- my moms mom. That woman, WHOA, she impresses me. Today mom and I were signed up for a 5K run/walk. But mom is sick, so grandma went in her place. And this 81 year old woman not only kept pace with me but pushed me to my limit. She is the BEST run/walk partner ever. And now we are BOTH exhausted! I am just plain amazed and awed.
I love my family. I worry that the glue is getting either too hot and melting or too cold and becoming brittle, but I hope we can keep it somewhat together. I mean it makes sense that the relationships change- even familial relationships change. But it is hard. And I dont necessarily like it.
So heres to family, and being healthy and happy, and blessed!
I may not always express my gratitude for having the life that I have, and as Addison Montgomery from Private Practice said "I dont have a visible wound, but I am still broken" I feel that mentally I am sometimes broken. BUT I am grateful. I love my family.
And today especially.
Today my dad turned 53. He had a heart attack 9 years and 5 months ago. His right coronary artery was 99% blocked, but angioplasty fixed it. My dad has had various other health issues in the last 9 years, BUT he is still alive, and he is still mobile. And for that I am grateful. I feel blessed.
I only hope that he will live to walk me down the aisle, that he will get to see MY kids grow up- not just my brothers.
And then there is my grandma- my moms mom. That woman, WHOA, she impresses me. Today mom and I were signed up for a 5K run/walk. But mom is sick, so grandma went in her place. And this 81 year old woman not only kept pace with me but pushed me to my limit. She is the BEST run/walk partner ever. And now we are BOTH exhausted! I am just plain amazed and awed.
I love my family. I worry that the glue is getting either too hot and melting or too cold and becoming brittle, but I hope we can keep it somewhat together. I mean it makes sense that the relationships change- even familial relationships change. But it is hard. And I dont necessarily like it.
So heres to family, and being healthy and happy, and blessed!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Mylifeisg
Today was my half birthday. I am 20 and 1/2. I think people should celebrate half birthdays more often, no I didnt celebrate today, but I have celebrated my half birthday before.
I am in a happy place right now. I dont know how long it will last, but I am going to soak it up as long as I can. I have been reading the websites my life is average and my life is g. And my reaction is that MY life is good. I mean things arent perfect. But that is ok. I have a family that loves me (mostly- I think!). I have always had encouragement from the people around me, no matter what I have decided to pursue. AND...Basketball season is here!
But oddly enough, you know what I am MOST grateful for? I am not pregnant nor do I have any kids. I mean sure I WANT kids, definitely, I want to adopt even. But right now, I am 20, finding myself, and being selfish about that is GREAT! I am respectful to just about anyone around me but I dont HAVE to answer to anyone, not really. And I see people my age and younger, and sometimes even people who are older, and its like they never got to live out the selfish phase of life, and they try to live it as they are raising kids, and it just doesnt work.
I havent seen the Saint in a week, at least. Its easy not to care when I dont see him, but I am sure once I lay eyes on him again my silly heart will either race or beat right out of my chest. All I can do is breathe and know that there will be an end to this- eventually.
I havent talked to James since his birthday. And it feels good, believe it or not.
I may be slow at deciding to move on, but once I do, I move on really well. Being busy helps. And then there's Matt, my current rock. I dont know that he has changed my life, but rather he has simply been there for me, and that is nice. There isnt anything there, we've already been down that road. But its nice to have a good guy friend who isnt gay, not that I dont love my gay friends, but having a straight, good guy friend is wonderful.
So heres to being happy, and actually believing (for once) that I dont need a guy to be happier. I am in control of my life, and I can make things happen! Damn it feels GOOD! :)
I am in a happy place right now. I dont know how long it will last, but I am going to soak it up as long as I can. I have been reading the websites my life is average and my life is g. And my reaction is that MY life is good. I mean things arent perfect. But that is ok. I have a family that loves me (mostly- I think!). I have always had encouragement from the people around me, no matter what I have decided to pursue. AND...Basketball season is here!
But oddly enough, you know what I am MOST grateful for? I am not pregnant nor do I have any kids. I mean sure I WANT kids, definitely, I want to adopt even. But right now, I am 20, finding myself, and being selfish about that is GREAT! I am respectful to just about anyone around me but I dont HAVE to answer to anyone, not really. And I see people my age and younger, and sometimes even people who are older, and its like they never got to live out the selfish phase of life, and they try to live it as they are raising kids, and it just doesnt work.
I havent seen the Saint in a week, at least. Its easy not to care when I dont see him, but I am sure once I lay eyes on him again my silly heart will either race or beat right out of my chest. All I can do is breathe and know that there will be an end to this- eventually.
I havent talked to James since his birthday. And it feels good, believe it or not.
I may be slow at deciding to move on, but once I do, I move on really well. Being busy helps. And then there's Matt, my current rock. I dont know that he has changed my life, but rather he has simply been there for me, and that is nice. There isnt anything there, we've already been down that road. But its nice to have a good guy friend who isnt gay, not that I dont love my gay friends, but having a straight, good guy friend is wonderful.
So heres to being happy, and actually believing (for once) that I dont need a guy to be happier. I am in control of my life, and I can make things happen! Damn it feels GOOD! :)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Transparent
I feel transparent, like everyone sees through me, sees that I have a crush on him. Its tough, I dont WANT to be transparent. I already have enough insecurities.
I dont want to be the butt of jokes. I dont want to be the gossip. I really hope people dont think that I am that pitiful.
I dont want to be the butt of jokes. I dont want to be the gossip. I really hope people dont think that I am that pitiful.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tail lights
Yes, I'm avoiding my homework/studying. I can only read one chapter at a time. And I need to retain the information because I have a test tomorrow.
Anyway, I look out of the study lounge and I see a dark blue Ford Truck, and the tail lights are on, and they have been on for at least an hour. I seriously hope that the owner doesnt get a dead battery but at the same time I think that I would laugh if they did. Does that make me a terrible person?
I dont really have much to report today. Although the Saint walked into the caf tonight and he took me by surprise, I literally was *this* close to jumping when I saw him. Knee-jerk reaction, that I wish didnt happen. I wish that my knee-jerk reaction was smile and say hey. Although I think I would pay big bucks to see my facial expressions when I see him. Haha. Regardless, this came after having a dream about him last night- he needed a picture to do a project with, and I happened to have the picture that he needed. This, coming after a dream where I survived a terrorist attack, which strikes me as funny, and honestly, the terrorist attack dream, though I was taken hostage was not all that scary. Maybe if I am involved in a terrorist attack I might survive? Lets hope I dont get the first hand chance to find that out! :)
OH and dont you just LOVE people who get really angry when you interrupt their stories yet interrupt yours at the drop of a hat? Sooner or later I'm gonna blow up at them when they interrupt me. But NO god forbid I ever interrupt them. UGH. I definitely cannot WAIT for fall break. And then hopefully AFTER fall break I will be busy with stats, either volleyball, basketball, or whatnot.
I'm not saying that I totally hate my roommate, because I dont, and we get along- most of the time, but our differences are bigger than differences that I have had with previous roommates. And I find myself spending less and less time in my room. Sooner or later the only time I'm gonna be in my room will be the time that I am sleeping.
Anyway, heres to my big test week, and hoping that all my tests turn out ok. :)
Anyway, I look out of the study lounge and I see a dark blue Ford Truck, and the tail lights are on, and they have been on for at least an hour. I seriously hope that the owner doesnt get a dead battery but at the same time I think that I would laugh if they did. Does that make me a terrible person?
I dont really have much to report today. Although the Saint walked into the caf tonight and he took me by surprise, I literally was *this* close to jumping when I saw him. Knee-jerk reaction, that I wish didnt happen. I wish that my knee-jerk reaction was smile and say hey. Although I think I would pay big bucks to see my facial expressions when I see him. Haha. Regardless, this came after having a dream about him last night- he needed a picture to do a project with, and I happened to have the picture that he needed. This, coming after a dream where I survived a terrorist attack, which strikes me as funny, and honestly, the terrorist attack dream, though I was taken hostage was not all that scary. Maybe if I am involved in a terrorist attack I might survive? Lets hope I dont get the first hand chance to find that out! :)
OH and dont you just LOVE people who get really angry when you interrupt their stories yet interrupt yours at the drop of a hat? Sooner or later I'm gonna blow up at them when they interrupt me. But NO god forbid I ever interrupt them. UGH. I definitely cannot WAIT for fall break. And then hopefully AFTER fall break I will be busy with stats, either volleyball, basketball, or whatnot.
I'm not saying that I totally hate my roommate, because I dont, and we get along- most of the time, but our differences are bigger than differences that I have had with previous roommates. And I find myself spending less and less time in my room. Sooner or later the only time I'm gonna be in my room will be the time that I am sleeping.
Anyway, heres to my big test week, and hoping that all my tests turn out ok. :)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
What I want most
Yes, two postings in one day.
I sit here, and I feel blessed to have the life that I have. I know that I am better off than most people in the world- yes the world, but at the same time I do not actually have infinite resources. However, I get to go to college, I get to follow my dreams, even if they seem silly, no one has ever told me that I won't go far.
Think of the people who dont get to follow their dreams. I am talking not only about the children who arent wanted or the kids who are abused, but adults to- they have dreams too. I am talking not only about our neighbors in the poor parts of America, but the world. How often are we told of statistics from countries around the world where people arent educated, where they have to walk for miles a day just for water or where they cannot get any medical treatment.
Now, I am not a doctor, I dont ever want to be a doctor, but I am sure that somewhere in Africa there are children who want to be doctors, who want to be lawyers, who want to be SOMEBODY. And what are we doing for those kids? Those adults? We are trying to send aide there. But is that what we need to do, really?
My mom told me the other day that we dont necessarily need to send the aid but maybe we need to invest in Africa. The question is how?
Now, my mom is a smart woman, and I generally listen to her. So this whole investing in Africa has gotten me thinking.
So when I grow up, I want to be able to invest in Africa. I will find a way (I am after all an accounting major!) and I want to change the lives of people who want it. I wont push a religion on these people- because I am not religious. I think there need to be more non-religious people in the world doing good things abroad, I want to find a way to do that. And people may laugh at me, may think that I should work on the US, but really, honestly EVERY country needs investment, I just choose to invest in Africa- which I realize is a continent and not a country, but for some reason- I cant explain it totally, I feel compelled by Africa. I want to do something good for that continent. I mean after all, it IS where my mom spent half her childhood- and yes that is PART of why I want to deal with Africa, but at the same time I am not convinced that her childhood is the only reason!
So, heres to my BIG dreams. Not the small dreams that I will accomplish by the end of this year, but if I am lucky, I can achieve my big dreams sometime within the next 15 years!
I sit here, and I feel blessed to have the life that I have. I know that I am better off than most people in the world- yes the world, but at the same time I do not actually have infinite resources. However, I get to go to college, I get to follow my dreams, even if they seem silly, no one has ever told me that I won't go far.
Think of the people who dont get to follow their dreams. I am talking not only about the children who arent wanted or the kids who are abused, but adults to- they have dreams too. I am talking not only about our neighbors in the poor parts of America, but the world. How often are we told of statistics from countries around the world where people arent educated, where they have to walk for miles a day just for water or where they cannot get any medical treatment.
Now, I am not a doctor, I dont ever want to be a doctor, but I am sure that somewhere in Africa there are children who want to be doctors, who want to be lawyers, who want to be SOMEBODY. And what are we doing for those kids? Those adults? We are trying to send aide there. But is that what we need to do, really?
My mom told me the other day that we dont necessarily need to send the aid but maybe we need to invest in Africa. The question is how?
Now, my mom is a smart woman, and I generally listen to her. So this whole investing in Africa has gotten me thinking.
So when I grow up, I want to be able to invest in Africa. I will find a way (I am after all an accounting major!) and I want to change the lives of people who want it. I wont push a religion on these people- because I am not religious. I think there need to be more non-religious people in the world doing good things abroad, I want to find a way to do that. And people may laugh at me, may think that I should work on the US, but really, honestly EVERY country needs investment, I just choose to invest in Africa- which I realize is a continent and not a country, but for some reason- I cant explain it totally, I feel compelled by Africa. I want to do something good for that continent. I mean after all, it IS where my mom spent half her childhood- and yes that is PART of why I want to deal with Africa, but at the same time I am not convinced that her childhood is the only reason!
So, heres to my BIG dreams. Not the small dreams that I will accomplish by the end of this year, but if I am lucky, I can achieve my big dreams sometime within the next 15 years!
A Whole New World
Its almost official. I am just a letter away from no longer being in a sorority, this is thrilling. I realize that some of these people won't like me because of my decision and I realize that I might make some enemies because I didnt fit into the sorority prototype- I mean I am pretty close, but I like to have my own thoughts and thats generally looked down upon. And honestly, I cannot wait! I do NOT have any ill will towards anyone in a sorority, but the Greek system has flaws, and they are flaws that I refuse to be a part of. I am me, I do not judge people based on knowing them for 3 days, sorry, I cannot do that- not in a public way anyway.
Breaking News:
I talked to both the Assistant Athletic Director of Transy and the Men's basketball coach and they have both told me that they would love for me to help with stats.
The Asst. AD said that he would put me in the rotation for working home games. He asked if I was willing to learn other sports, and being the person that I am, I said YES, of course! So I am learning about volleyball. And honestly the other people at the table don't really talk to me, BUT I am still having fun. I cannot wait for basketball season! The Asst. AD also told me that I was a godsend, and an Angel falling from heaven. It reminds me of a corny pick up line, but what can I say? I am getting involved with athletics and that is all I have wanted for the past year to year and a half. I am SO thrilled.
Then when I talked to the Coach, he said that there were times at away games that they got burned because they didnt have someone doing the books. And he could definitely use my help. At every away game, unless it was a non-doubleheader overnight game, and thats because he doesnt have the budget to get me my own room. But still, he said that he would take me to the games! I am gonna be on the bus, with the team! He wants to use me for scrimmages and practices too, I cannot WAIT! I mean, seriously I am willing to maybe even sacrifice my fall break in order to get this party started! HAHA.
As for other things in life. Sports has started to take over, and I couldnt be happier about that, I mean, you all know- or have at least read, I am a sports nut. And these developments have been AMAZING, in my eyes.
OH OH OH, and the other day after the volleyball game the Saint said "Whats up Jess" I about had a heartattack, I couldnt believe it, not only did he say hi to me, but he knows my name, and shortened it to my favorite nickname.
I love when guys call me Jess, but I will NEVER tell someone to call me Jess, its gotta be something that they come up with on their own.
Its time to learn how to take everything in without being SO emotionally affected. Its hard, its going to be one of my biggest challenges, but I think I am up to it. I mean maybe, if he says hi to me I am not so creepy. Maybe, just maybe we could be honest to goodness friends.
So, heres to hoping, and the whole new world of getting involved with athletics. I will keep you posted!
Oh, and as for that guy that I wrote about all summer? Yea, we are slowly maybe forming a friendship, but its not the main part of my life, and for that I am grateful. It amazes me just how much our moods and emotions can shift. People who stay on an even keel emotion wise, well I bow down to them, because I find that incredible difficult. :)
Breaking News:
I talked to both the Assistant Athletic Director of Transy and the Men's basketball coach and they have both told me that they would love for me to help with stats.
The Asst. AD said that he would put me in the rotation for working home games. He asked if I was willing to learn other sports, and being the person that I am, I said YES, of course! So I am learning about volleyball. And honestly the other people at the table don't really talk to me, BUT I am still having fun. I cannot wait for basketball season! The Asst. AD also told me that I was a godsend, and an Angel falling from heaven. It reminds me of a corny pick up line, but what can I say? I am getting involved with athletics and that is all I have wanted for the past year to year and a half. I am SO thrilled.
Then when I talked to the Coach, he said that there were times at away games that they got burned because they didnt have someone doing the books. And he could definitely use my help. At every away game, unless it was a non-doubleheader overnight game, and thats because he doesnt have the budget to get me my own room. But still, he said that he would take me to the games! I am gonna be on the bus, with the team! He wants to use me for scrimmages and practices too, I cannot WAIT! I mean, seriously I am willing to maybe even sacrifice my fall break in order to get this party started! HAHA.
As for other things in life. Sports has started to take over, and I couldnt be happier about that, I mean, you all know- or have at least read, I am a sports nut. And these developments have been AMAZING, in my eyes.
OH OH OH, and the other day after the volleyball game the Saint said "Whats up Jess" I about had a heartattack, I couldnt believe it, not only did he say hi to me, but he knows my name, and shortened it to my favorite nickname.
I love when guys call me Jess, but I will NEVER tell someone to call me Jess, its gotta be something that they come up with on their own.
Its time to learn how to take everything in without being SO emotionally affected. Its hard, its going to be one of my biggest challenges, but I think I am up to it. I mean maybe, if he says hi to me I am not so creepy. Maybe, just maybe we could be honest to goodness friends.
So, heres to hoping, and the whole new world of getting involved with athletics. I will keep you posted!
Oh, and as for that guy that I wrote about all summer? Yea, we are slowly maybe forming a friendship, but its not the main part of my life, and for that I am grateful. It amazes me just how much our moods and emotions can shift. People who stay on an even keel emotion wise, well I bow down to them, because I find that incredible difficult. :)
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
There's more to me than you
Jessica Andrews
Yesterday he talked to me, he talks to me almost once a week to once ever 10 days or so. Usually he starts with something about him like "I might be getting a new truck" or, in the case of last night "you know you love my new pictures." But to be honest when I saw that he uploaded pictures I made a hard, but conscious decision that I would hide all of his stuff from my news feed, so no I actually hadnt seen these pictures. And because I am not a bitchy person I didnt ignore him, but said nope I havent actually seen those pictures. So he told be about what they were and such, and I reacted slightly bitchy, sure, I guess part of it was because I felt like crap but more than anything I reacted in a bitchy way because I am so tired of only talking to him when HE feels like it, thats no way to live a life.
So after I got off, again, in a slightly bitchy way, and went to bed I spent the next 2 hours, yes 2 hours writing messages to him.
First I thought I would put the "I remember" on facebook, and tag him. But I am not THAT bitchy.
Then I thought I would just send it to him in a message.
And then I wanted to just say look, I am sorry I was short and terse with you tonight, but it would be nice if you sometimes just said "hey, hows it going?" Instead of starting a conversation with something about yourself.
I wanted to tell him that the reason behind my actions was because I realized that I deserved better, honestly, I HAVE been treated better in the weeks since he and I stopped really talking.
I wanted to tell him that I miss him, that I thought he and I had something real, but I have since seen two very different sides of him.
But I didnt say any of that.
I didnt say anything period.
I woke up and opened my facebook and he had written in the facebook chat that I wasnt me when I was sick. So he noticed. But he thinks its because I am sick that I act this way. He doesnt know that I'm just trying my hardest and that I am struggling to move on.
Part of me thinks that if I just spell it out for him he will understand. But most of me says that even if I spell it out for him he doesnt really care, so why bother?
Ah, the life we live is surrounded by the lives others live and you know, when lives come together and are so close that they are weaved together, thats great, but sometimes if the weave isn't perfect it makes for a hole, or a messy knot. And it is up to us to remember that those holes, those knots make for character in the tapestry of life, and we cant, and we shouldnt go back and fix it, because who wants something that is always perfect?
Here's to a messy tapestry of life, and learning how to keep those holes and knots from defining you but at the same time letting them show that your character has grown because of them.
I hope that makes some sort of sense! :)
Yesterday he talked to me, he talks to me almost once a week to once ever 10 days or so. Usually he starts with something about him like "I might be getting a new truck" or, in the case of last night "you know you love my new pictures." But to be honest when I saw that he uploaded pictures I made a hard, but conscious decision that I would hide all of his stuff from my news feed, so no I actually hadnt seen these pictures. And because I am not a bitchy person I didnt ignore him, but said nope I havent actually seen those pictures. So he told be about what they were and such, and I reacted slightly bitchy, sure, I guess part of it was because I felt like crap but more than anything I reacted in a bitchy way because I am so tired of only talking to him when HE feels like it, thats no way to live a life.
So after I got off, again, in a slightly bitchy way, and went to bed I spent the next 2 hours, yes 2 hours writing messages to him.
First I thought I would put the "I remember" on facebook, and tag him. But I am not THAT bitchy.
Then I thought I would just send it to him in a message.
And then I wanted to just say look, I am sorry I was short and terse with you tonight, but it would be nice if you sometimes just said "hey, hows it going?" Instead of starting a conversation with something about yourself.
I wanted to tell him that the reason behind my actions was because I realized that I deserved better, honestly, I HAVE been treated better in the weeks since he and I stopped really talking.
I wanted to tell him that I miss him, that I thought he and I had something real, but I have since seen two very different sides of him.
But I didnt say any of that.
I didnt say anything period.
I woke up and opened my facebook and he had written in the facebook chat that I wasnt me when I was sick. So he noticed. But he thinks its because I am sick that I act this way. He doesnt know that I'm just trying my hardest and that I am struggling to move on.
Part of me thinks that if I just spell it out for him he will understand. But most of me says that even if I spell it out for him he doesnt really care, so why bother?
Ah, the life we live is surrounded by the lives others live and you know, when lives come together and are so close that they are weaved together, thats great, but sometimes if the weave isn't perfect it makes for a hole, or a messy knot. And it is up to us to remember that those holes, those knots make for character in the tapestry of life, and we cant, and we shouldnt go back and fix it, because who wants something that is always perfect?
Here's to a messy tapestry of life, and learning how to keep those holes and knots from defining you but at the same time letting them show that your character has grown because of them.
I hope that makes some sort of sense! :)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Something to think about
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Sometimes a life is taken away before it is fully lived. Thus, heres to living the life that we have, while we still have it.
I went to school with 2 of the 3 guys in this article.
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Sometimes a life is taken away before it is fully lived. Thus, heres to living the life that we have, while we still have it.
I went to school with 2 of the 3 guys in this article.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
All the Single Ladies
(Beyonce)- Its just what is stuck in my head at the moment!
There's this thing called life, and it has good days and bad days. Day where you want to cry and days where everything is perfect, and sometimes those days happen consecutively.
The point is there IS a tomorrow. Though that tomorrow isnt what you should life BY, its what you should live for. IN other words- dont waste your days waiting for that better tomorrow, live the stressful days, the ones where you just want to crawl in a hole and never come out. Because its those hard days that help us deal with other hard days. Its the knowledge that the bad days will at some point take a break and we will have a good day.
And it doesnt have to be a completely wonderful day, in order for you to be happy. You can even have moments of happiness on a bad day.
So heres to pushing through the tough parts, living them, but believing that something better will happen at some point!
There's this thing called life, and it has good days and bad days. Day where you want to cry and days where everything is perfect, and sometimes those days happen consecutively.
The point is there IS a tomorrow. Though that tomorrow isnt what you should life BY, its what you should live for. IN other words- dont waste your days waiting for that better tomorrow, live the stressful days, the ones where you just want to crawl in a hole and never come out. Because its those hard days that help us deal with other hard days. Its the knowledge that the bad days will at some point take a break and we will have a good day.
And it doesnt have to be a completely wonderful day, in order for you to be happy. You can even have moments of happiness on a bad day.
So heres to pushing through the tough parts, living them, but believing that something better will happen at some point!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Cry me a river
By Justin Timberlake (yup, haha)
So after a summer saying that it would be really nice to have a guy who would just tell me if he was busy and couldnt talk, I got just that.
Let me explain.
There were times when James wouldnt talk to me, and he said that he was busy and not ignoring me but I never knew when those times would be- so how was I supposed to know not to talk to him? All it would have taken was a text saying "hey, sorry I cant talk right now" and I would have been fine, I would have not worried, I would have not texted, things would have been wonderful. However, he never gave me such a response.
Good riddance to him.
Moving on. I have this friend, someone who is turning into a great friend. OK so today I texted said friend with a "hey amigo" and then later I got "hey sorry im workin today cant really talk" and I smiled, and danced and told anyone who would listen to me because FINALLY someone got it.
Now, it isnt likely that this person and I will turn into anything more than just friends, but I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to have someone get it.
This person, yes its Matt, has been a cheerleader for me lately, being an ear if I need to vent and just plain one of the best friends a girl could ask for! :)
Here's to having someone there to help you realize that what you want isnt nuts. To having someone who understands, even if it is a subconscious act on their part!
All things, my friends, come to an end, the good and bad, the happy and sad, and the trials and tribulations, so smile, put on your brave face and sooner or later your brave face will morph into your happy face without you having to arrange it that way! :)
So after a summer saying that it would be really nice to have a guy who would just tell me if he was busy and couldnt talk, I got just that.
Let me explain.
There were times when James wouldnt talk to me, and he said that he was busy and not ignoring me but I never knew when those times would be- so how was I supposed to know not to talk to him? All it would have taken was a text saying "hey, sorry I cant talk right now" and I would have been fine, I would have not worried, I would have not texted, things would have been wonderful. However, he never gave me such a response.
Good riddance to him.
Moving on. I have this friend, someone who is turning into a great friend. OK so today I texted said friend with a "hey amigo" and then later I got "hey sorry im workin today cant really talk" and I smiled, and danced and told anyone who would listen to me because FINALLY someone got it.
Now, it isnt likely that this person and I will turn into anything more than just friends, but I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to have someone get it.
This person, yes its Matt, has been a cheerleader for me lately, being an ear if I need to vent and just plain one of the best friends a girl could ask for! :)
Here's to having someone there to help you realize that what you want isnt nuts. To having someone who understands, even if it is a subconscious act on their part!
All things, my friends, come to an end, the good and bad, the happy and sad, and the trials and tribulations, so smile, put on your brave face and sooner or later your brave face will morph into your happy face without you having to arrange it that way! :)
Monday, September 21, 2009
Dreaming
It might not be the best situation, but I have met the man of my dreams. Literally, I dreamt about him just last night. But in actual reality I've known him for I guess about a year and a half or just a little bit more.
It started when I watched him play, I've said it before and I will say it again- I have never seen someone play with such passion, and that is what drew me in.
I cant seem to get him out of my head, and almost everytime I think of him he appears. whether he walks into the caf, or appears online on facebooke or whatever, he just randomly shows up.
My only problem? I seem to be tongue-tied everytime I see him. It sucks. What I wouldnt give to have a conversation with him.
I think he knows that I exist, but I want more than that!
I would tell you his name, but I know that at least one random person at Transy has read this blog before and I wouldnt want to give TOO much away! :)
I wish for basketball season to be here, not just because I love the game, but it would mean being able to watch him play once again, and talking with his grandparents, who I adore!
So today heres to wishing that dreams came true, and the slim chance that anything could happen!
It started when I watched him play, I've said it before and I will say it again- I have never seen someone play with such passion, and that is what drew me in.
I cant seem to get him out of my head, and almost everytime I think of him he appears. whether he walks into the caf, or appears online on facebooke or whatever, he just randomly shows up.
My only problem? I seem to be tongue-tied everytime I see him. It sucks. What I wouldnt give to have a conversation with him.
I think he knows that I exist, but I want more than that!
I would tell you his name, but I know that at least one random person at Transy has read this blog before and I wouldnt want to give TOO much away! :)
I wish for basketball season to be here, not just because I love the game, but it would mean being able to watch him play once again, and talking with his grandparents, who I adore!
So today heres to wishing that dreams came true, and the slim chance that anything could happen!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
I remember
I remember the party, and seeing something in your eyes that I had never seen before
I remember the night I ran back to the room, the night that my grandma's boyfriend had died, and I was depressed, you made me laugh, even when the very next emotion was sadness with tears.
I remember going to walmart in the middle of the night and playing "never have i ever"
I remember not getting properly scared.
I remember that my dad liked you and trusted you, which made me think somehow this was different
I remember making lots of plans that never got carried through
I remember you talking to my sister-in-law and telling her why you were scared of "us"
I remember my brother saying that guys are just weird sometimes and thinking it wasnt a big deal.
I remember not wanting to be needy, and really trying hard to not care so much.
I remember laughing and hugging
I remember my innocence and how important it turned out to be.
I remember everyone saying that we were good for each other- actually they still do.
I remember needing a break, and you telling me that it wouldnt be the last time that we would talk.
I remember smiling because I never cried for you or over you, and to me that was a big deal.
I remember your plans for moving to Tennessee and how big of a deal that was.
I remember you asking me to trust you, because you hadnt left me.
I remember meeting you 6 months ago today.
I remember you.
One thing that I dont remember... you staying, like you said you would.
Heres to finding the will and the way to move on. Damnit! :)
I remember the night I ran back to the room, the night that my grandma's boyfriend had died, and I was depressed, you made me laugh, even when the very next emotion was sadness with tears.
I remember going to walmart in the middle of the night and playing "never have i ever"
I remember not getting properly scared.
I remember that my dad liked you and trusted you, which made me think somehow this was different
I remember making lots of plans that never got carried through
I remember you talking to my sister-in-law and telling her why you were scared of "us"
I remember my brother saying that guys are just weird sometimes and thinking it wasnt a big deal.
I remember not wanting to be needy, and really trying hard to not care so much.
I remember laughing and hugging
I remember my innocence and how important it turned out to be.
I remember everyone saying that we were good for each other- actually they still do.
I remember needing a break, and you telling me that it wouldnt be the last time that we would talk.
I remember smiling because I never cried for you or over you, and to me that was a big deal.
I remember your plans for moving to Tennessee and how big of a deal that was.
I remember you asking me to trust you, because you hadnt left me.
I remember meeting you 6 months ago today.
I remember you.
One thing that I dont remember... you staying, like you said you would.
Heres to finding the will and the way to move on. Damnit! :)
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Emotionally Desperate
I was talking to a friend last night and trying to work through some things and I said something to the effect of that I am emotionally desperate, and she agreed. So I asked her to elaborate, and this is what she said:
well.... first there was dylan, and all the emotional trauma that came w/ that, and then there was james, and E V E R Y T H I N G that went/is going with that... and you're struggling with your brothers and your parents, and your job and the car..... you have a lot on your mind. Having a boy you can entrust your thoughts and feelings into is a big deal. Girlfriends can only do so much, can only go to a certain level.
And you know, she is exactly right. This is something that I havent been able to articulate, but because she has heard all of it she did.
So whats next for me?
Good question, I dont think that anything will change, persay.
No, I will just dig down a little deeper and work on being just me.
I sometimes feel very needy and I dont want to be so needy, so working on independence, so to speak will be good.
Another thing that I need to do is to remove the idea that I am creepy, because really, as I've been told I'm NOT creepy. I feel like I come off as the "creepy girl that sits in the middle at every game and takes stats" but friends and family say that the guys probably dont really care all that much, and if anything they like having a dedicated fan.
So yea, I may not hang out with the basketball players, or the baseball players or the soccer players, so maybe I'm just a silent fan, ok I'm not that silent, but still. A fan that shows up for the games and doesnt expect to hang out afterwards. Is that a good thing or no? I dont know, but it is just a part of who I am, so maybe, it doesnt really matter.
Today, heres to the Big Blue (UK is playing UL in football) and embracing who I am, without thinking of myself as creepy!
well.... first there was dylan, and all the emotional trauma that came w/ that, and then there was james, and E V E R Y T H I N G that went/is going with that... and you're struggling with your brothers and your parents, and your job and the car..... you have a lot on your mind. Having a boy you can entrust your thoughts and feelings into is a big deal. Girlfriends can only do so much, can only go to a certain level.
And you know, she is exactly right. This is something that I havent been able to articulate, but because she has heard all of it she did.
So whats next for me?
Good question, I dont think that anything will change, persay.
No, I will just dig down a little deeper and work on being just me.
I sometimes feel very needy and I dont want to be so needy, so working on independence, so to speak will be good.
Another thing that I need to do is to remove the idea that I am creepy, because really, as I've been told I'm NOT creepy. I feel like I come off as the "creepy girl that sits in the middle at every game and takes stats" but friends and family say that the guys probably dont really care all that much, and if anything they like having a dedicated fan.
So yea, I may not hang out with the basketball players, or the baseball players or the soccer players, so maybe I'm just a silent fan, ok I'm not that silent, but still. A fan that shows up for the games and doesnt expect to hang out afterwards. Is that a good thing or no? I dont know, but it is just a part of who I am, so maybe, it doesnt really matter.
Today, heres to the Big Blue (UK is playing UL in football) and embracing who I am, without thinking of myself as creepy!
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