The Real and Ideal

Time Flies, eh?

Ahhh. I stayed home from school today because I didn't feel well and I want to be better for the game tomorrow night... among other reasons.... one of them being that I *was* 5 hours of reading behind on one of my projects (now I'm only like, 2 hours behind. Smiles.), and my mom wanted me to get better. But I really don't like staying home all day. In my pajamas. Laying around. Watching TV. We all know how that goes. Never gonna get to sleep tonight. My legs are like play-doh with disuse. Blah. (Although I have a sweet bruise on my leg. Took a shot there. Hurts so good, you know? Lol)

On a more positive note, we won our game last night, 3-0. There were like, 2 dozen penalties, so the special teams (keyword:special. I guess you have to know the girls to get it. heh heh) were out all night. It's one of those things where the same 7 or so people go out over and over, so that we can score and/or stop them from scoring more effectively. Last night I was one of 'em. Going out for so many shifts in a row was a little hard on my lungs, being that I'm sick and everything. I would call for a pass and I sounded like a frog, I swear. Croak. Croak. Sigh. But hey, we won, so it's all good.

But it's still awkward (booooo. hisssss.) because while 7 people keep rotating every other shift there are 10 others just sitting there watching you go out every other shift, and, okay, I can't help but feel kinda bad about it. It's like, in an alternate universe, or heaven, or wherever people get equal playing time/enough time to satisfy them, no one would have to complain/deal with awkwardness (ew. yuck). And no one would have to be hypocritical and argue about who is getting the least amount of ice. Come on, it's a sad day when someone can "brag" about having the LEAST amount of playing time. At least that's what it seems like to me. "Feel bad for me. Give me all of your pity!"

I'm not gonna deny it- everyone does that, including myself. Like, hey, at least you aren't all as sick/lazy as I am. Ha! Just kidding. Honestly, though.

I don't know. We all have those moments when we just can't keep our mouths shut. Isn't that why we keep blogs? So we don't have to keep it all in? It drives me crazy! Both the thoughts that torment my head and the inability many people have to lock their lips and toss the key. I don't think I'm making much sense. Oh well.

Anyway. High school hockey is a miserable place to be if you don't get what's going on. ie, how the lines work, how to act, etc. I have seen some people sit on the bench the entire game and still smile like they were the happiest person alive. That would be nice, wouldn't it? I have a cup! And guess what?! It's half full! Mmmmm.

It's all in perspective, I guess. I wonder which attitude is more fun, eh?

Homework time. Again. Sigh. Guess what? I get to go to school tomorrow! No sarcasm intended at all. 8>)  Hasta la vista~

(How come I can never manage to get all of one thought down at a time before moving on to the next one? Note to self: work on organization skills. Or lack thereof. Bye!)