after watching it, i couldn't possibly NOT post it, even if just out of sheer respect for the effort that went into it.
it is truly awesome.
i give you, Bike Hero
crazy cool right!?
anyway.
i've got a cold. it seems less severe today than it was yesterday. that's good. i bought food today, and ate some.
i had a soccer game. i disappoint myself because i'm not so good anymore. that's what i get for not playing for so long. well, now i'm on 2 teams for the rest of the session. maybe i can whip myself back into shape or something.
i decided not to wear my shin guards this game because they are just an annoyance to put on and take off. i told myself "it's no big deal, you've done it before, you won't miss them." and i missed them. about 10 minutes into the game i got kicked in the lower leg. pretty sure it's going to turn out to be a nice sized bruise. i almost had to come out because it hurt to put weight on it, but it went away after a bit. still hurts now, but i'll live. no big deal.
the thing about me and soccer over the years is that as everyone has gotten older, they can kick harder, but i don't think i'm any faster. so you can see how that = fail. plus, today i realized that i jump backwards every time somebody goes to shoot the ball, which is a bad move. i need to stop doing that and be brave. i've gotten hit with the ball enough to know that the pain doesn't last, and if i'm into the game enough i hardly even feel it at first. heh. i think i need to find something to get me pumped for the game, get me energized, get me wanting to throw myself in front of a speeding soccer ball like only a madman would want to do. game face.
to close this out, here's an excerpt from a short piece we read in my fiction class. it's taken from the short story "Snow" by Ann Beattie.
This is a story, told the way you say stories should be told. Somebody grew up, fell in love and spent a winter with her lover in the country. This, of course, is the barest outline and futile to discuss. It's as pointless as throwing birdseed on the ground while snow still falls fast. Who expects small things to survive when even the largest get lost? People forget years and remember moments. Seconds and symbols are left to sum things up: the black shroud over the pool. Love, in its shortest form, becomes a word. What I remember about all that time is one winter. The snow. even now, saying "snow," my lips move so that they kiss the air.well, i liked it.
make good moments.
now i have to do homework.
peace.
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