From Hook

Oh, no. To live... to live would be an awfully big adventure.

Soggy Sweatpants

there is a pair of soaking wet tevas outside 204 in Margaret Nance, not to mention grass on my icy cold toes and a pair of very soggy sweatpants in the dryer.

honestly, it kinda makes me feel like being poetic.

it's funny how the soaked bottoms of my jeans was of utmost annoyance to me today, yet sitting here, only freshly changed from being soaked from head to toe, I am in a complete state of happy.

it sorta feels like a scene from some movie like Garden State, some sort of liberation from something, although you don't really know what but it's just one of those moments you know you should commit to memory.

it really is a beautiful night, not nearly as cold as the gray day and rainy weather would lead you to believe. the puddles glistened as we ran and stomped through them. the whole time i felt like i should yell something at the top of my lungs but i didn't know what.

at one point, after much stomping, i just stood under this stream of water pouring off of the roof. it was amazing, refreshing, exciting.

i do believe, that one of the most attractice looks come from being soaked head to toe with once done hair askew and raindrops dripping off your nose--that, i just got caught in the rain and i enjoyed it kind of look. except we didn't get caught in the rain--the rain caught our attention.

perhaps one day i shall dance in the rain, in a glowing parking lot or perhaps a field.

thank you katie and brandy...my night is now perfect.

I'm tellin' ya

the acorns are out to get us. They hit you on the head while you're walking to class...you slip and fall as they roll under your feet, and I'm sure they have dented their fair share of cars...what the hey.

I just want to say, that sometimes good ol' M&M's serve a greater medicinal purpose than drugs ever can.

Part of me really wants to teach kindergarten

There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, like a five-year-old's enthusiasm for life, and that is why, despite my many years of being adamantly opposed to teaching, deep down a part of me really wants to be a kindergarten teacher.

Earlier today, I was sitting at my desk, studying for a philosophy test, when the sound of children hits my ears from outside my window. Naturally, I drop everything to go look and there, right outside my window were 20 or so probably 4 and 5 year olds, collect leaves, kicking dirt, twirling in circles, giggling, screaming, all the with utmost excitement. It brought be such a joy to hear that, and to get to watch it. I couldn't help but smile, and honestly, part of me wanted to cry.

They were collecting leaves that had changed colors to take back to class. So all these youngin's were racing and hurrying to gather as many leaves as they could (as if there aren't a million just sitting out there) and ever so proudly carry them back to their teacher, complete with some comment about how pretty or cool or yellow their leaf was.

Then the wind blew, and I've never heard sweeter squeals of excitement as a whole new batch of leaves came showering down on their heads. It was beautiful.

Luckily, right as I had to leave to go take my test, they too were moving on to some other adventure of fall.

Man, We're Good

It was a tough, close game, but we pulled through with our mad skills, keeping up our record as
2-0, we're pretty amazing.









I want to write about things other than football but don't seem to be able to find the time.