I laid my head in my hands today. I don’t do that often. I guess it was due to some measure of shame, but all things considered I hadn’t done anything shameful. I walked away from the room with my head in my hands, not because I had been rejected or humiliated, but rather because I can’t articulate when I’m nervous. What rational human can? It gets frustrating, though. I feel like I can never articulate; I’m always double-talking, trying to get what I’m thinking out there. Somehow it gets jumbled in translation, nearly every time in fact.
I wish I could submit everything in writing. With writing I can articulate, even if I am vague at times. I can write things that will make people smile, make people think, and make people see me as something other than the awkward guy in the hoodie. Writing is liberating, when I write I feel like I’m making a statement. I never realized that before. Sometimes I write stories, other times I write what I’m thinking. I used to do that, back when people would have laughed at me for doing so. Or my favorite, when a local bully said to me, “you write? You?! I bet you’re terrible at it.” So I stopped. I never picked it up again until I got to college.
Now, though, I write more often than ever. Perhaps it was coaxed out of me after having to write an ungodly number of essays in my first semester. With two blogs going, though, I can see it making a difference in my confidence, no matter how slight. When people come to me and tell me how much they enjoyed reading my blog, I get a certain spring in my step.
Jordan found that last line amusing, but that's because Spring is his last name.
I don't know, I've always striven to find some way to vent some emotions. I've tried guitar, reading, sleeping, but nothing has had the same effect on me as writing has. When I press the publish button, or I click the save icon in Microsoft Word, I get this insane feeling of accomplishment. I feel like I made some sort of difference somewhere, even if no one reads it. It's more than just this blog too, sometimes I'll jot down fiction ideas that I manage to scrounge up. I play those a little close to the chest, though, I feel a bit awkward when people read things that I've created from nothing. It's not that I fear criticism, I welcome it whole-heartedly. It's just... I wonder what people think about the things I come up with. It's just insecurities and it's definitely a little immature of me, but the thing is I don't write those for other people. I write them for myself, really. They get my imagination going, allow me to escape for a little while.
My personal favorite is about a guy who gets on a bus to escape from a yet unrevealed event. He wakes up in a desert town, and as far as I've written he's trying to orient himself in a new setting. I don't know, that one's not too embarrassing, but I feel like my science fiction story is... I like space ships, okay? Don't judge.
Spring Break
So my spring break starts this Friday. All I have to do is get through International Relations, a class which I love, and I'm scot free for a week. My friend Levi invited me up to his place in Grand Junction, so I'll be spending my time there. I'm looking forward to it, it'll be a great way to just unwind from a stressful semester. Plus, we'll be driving through the mountains that means massive opportunities for pictures. As soon as I'm back from that, I'm gonna make a photo blog of any pictures I take. Maybe a video or two as well. We'll see.
Um, well, I titled this section Spring Break, but seeing as it hasn't happened yet there's not all too much I can write about it. So instead, I'm gonna write about the last two sporting events I went to and a little bit about ping pong.
Ping Pong
I suck at it. That is all.
Well, that isn't all. I'm getting better, I almost got Dusty, he got me 22-20 tonight. I'm learning how to spin a little, but I still hit it over all the time. I'm still no Levi or Jordan, the two best on the floor, but at least I can still beat Sean... most times...
Sports
So I've been to a couple of sports games since the semester started. Namely I saw a Denver Nuggets game and a Colorado Avalanche game. The Avalanche game was single-handedly one of the coolest games I've been to since the Rangers game where some guy gave us his second row tickets.
My friend Frank got us these wicked awesome seats 8 rows off the ice, and (risking a pun, since they played the Minnesota Wild) it was a wild time. Also, this is an excuse to put pictures in so this blog isn't so plain.
| Just look at these seats! |
| All of us by the ice. Not pictured: Hockey |
The Mavs are better.
Well, I guess I'm out of things to say for now, not a whole lot on my mind I guess, but it was nice to take some time and write for a little while. So for your viewing pleasure; here's a few more hockey pictures.
Okay, I have one last thing to say. I hate how annoying it is to place images where I want them. I wanted these in a simple grid, and I couldn't do that. I don't know why, but it's kind of annoying. That is all. Sorry for not putting more, but it was not aesthetically pleasing in the least. If anyone knows better ways to place pictures on this blogger interface, let me know please.
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