Another Game of Tag

Do you remember when we still had recess? I miss those days of slides, four square jungle gyms and the infamous game of tag. The rules are simple, run around until the child deemed ‘it’ catches and tag you. The role of chasing rather than being chased bouncing around to the different players.


(I’m such a metaphor nerd)

Sometimes it really does feel like you play games of tag in life, with simple things such as that time you called someone, left a message, they called you back, left you a message and this cycle continues until you finally reach each other. Tag also occurs with more important things in life, such as relationships.

I guess (referring to more childhood related metaphors here) it’s the good old circle up for story time again.

There’s this guy (oh look, a cliché) and he liked me, a lot. It got a little annoying mostly because I didn’t really have feelings for him. Lucky for him, he was quite the sweetheart and he grew on me. I began to fall for his cute little compliments, and it happened, I actually liked him back. This lasted a little while, but that can’t be the end of the story, I’m writing about it obviously. He was it, he chased me, and I ran, he caught me, I was it, and I chased him back. No Catch. This really is a repeat of my childhood. I was very slow, therefore never winning tag and never catching anyone back
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I'm gonna throw down some lyrics here that just simply work ...

"And I raised my hand as if to show you that I was yours

That I was so yours for the taking
I was so yours...for the taking. " -from 18th floor balcony by Blue October

Boys Will Be Boys

I chuckle to myself as I start writing right now. John Mayer is singing to me from my lap top, "Say what you need to say..." thank you John Mayer, I'm about to write a blog so I will indeed say what I need to say. Hah.


Oh my, these boys confuse me. I've had plenty of free time this past week due to my minimal exams. I love being able to relax but when given too much free time my mind wanders. Sometimes it wanders too far and I just get more and more confused. Lately the familiar topic of thought: boys. Oh so cliché...

Boy Number 1: He confuses me and makes me laugh all at once, I never expected to like him but here I am putting him in a blog. This must mean something. Maybe it’s the fact that he was there when I needed him most and I felt comfortable talking to him when I though my world was collapsing around me.

Boy Number 2: Oh dear, he's sweet and that’s nice until he gets too sweet. The constant compliments get old after a while and I can't help but think, let’s have a real and meaningful conversation. Please? Maybe its maturity that he needs, can't really expect that of him though can I? Age would explain that.

Boy Number 3: How did I end up thinking about you? I had no clue, but you always make me smile and always listen. We share common annoyances and hopes. I really appreciate it, but where did this feeling come from? I find it humorous for some reason.

Boy Number 4: You've been around forever, I've always liked you on and off, since the day we met. It’s on and off, but the only reason it’s ever been a fleeting feeling is because you always find someone else, or I do. I always come back to you though. What is it? Charm. That's my guess. Keep making me smile.

In the genius words of Mr. John Mayer, I took all my so called problems and put them into quotations...I said what at this time I felt the need to say.

Tired.

Lately I've experienced tired in every essence of the word. Physically exhausted, Brain dead, emotionally drained and simply bored.


Practices, performances, rehearsals, church, school, homework, personal life, packing, planning, flying, here there, waking up early, marching six miles. All of this, while most of it is fun, has deprived me of much sleep and worn my body out. Doing all of this travel and marching even drove me to eat a burger. (I haven't eaten one in 11 years due to a texture issue) I was that exhausted and hungry. I had no clue how confusing and tiring time changes were. California was beautiful but I much prefer staying up until midnight here rather than there.

Thanks to the wonderful world of Chorale Christmas I've had piles and piles of make-up work to handle. On top of this I've experienced tests, ACT, and now exams. Oh the joys of thinking. When you add the lack of sleep things get a little confusion up there in my brain.

So much has happened recently, I've experience changes that I never expected. Trials have struck me and drained me of all emotional stability. My emotions are being kicked around from the happiest I've ever been to one of the worst moments of my life. It’s surprising how many non physical things can tire you.

This last subsection to my experience with being tired confuses me greatly. I'm so excited about something, but I simply wake up one morning with the realization of, I'm tired of this. I'm Bored. It’s sort of sad that I got tired of this mostly because it was such a great part of my life. What I do now, I don't really know? Its just odd that it was sudden and this feeling may be upsetting to those involved, but I can't help how I feel can I?

This whole entry may seem like I am just going to fall over and die right?? WRONG. I have gotten much rest! An easy week back at school plus a snow day and easy weeks ahead have refreshed me. I've gotten organized and on task. I am ready to take on the world and move past the tiring holiday season.
Bring It On 2010.

Stand Up

I've finally learned a normal human skill that I lacked my whole life. Standing up for myself. I had to stand up for myself because not standing up for myself got me into the situation in the first place. I've found that its hard, you lose friends and it changes you. But Its worth it. Try it sometime.