My Poor, Poor Face

Wow. It's been a while.

I'm clearly falling into the bad habit of starting every post like I just did--commenting on how long it's been since I've written.
I really should write more often. I like blogging. It's good for me to write with readers in mind--it keeps me from ranting too long about truly ridiculous things such as falling in love and my feelings.
That's right, I just called falling in love "ridiculous."
Why is it ridiculous?
Because I hate it.
Not only do I hate the angst that inevitably accompanies feelings of "falling in love," I hate to see my friends swimming in the madness of completely losing their minds over another human being.

I'm aware that I sound incredibly cynical, but I'm really not a fan of high school relationships. Granted, having someone to truly care is just about all I've wanted for the past four years, but expecting one person to be so perfect is nothing short of ludicrous. In high school, at least.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-humanity or asexual or anything. I just don't really like liking people to the point of mental warfare. That's how "falling in love" always seems to end up--in painful headaches and truckloads of angst.

This is one reason why I like blogging. I don't have to write about that awful gut-churning emotion that I've come to know as love. Instead, I get to recount cheerful regales of my terrible home or school life (Remember when I crashed my car?), or rant about how much I love my TV boyfriends. And it makes me laugh. Admittedly, I'm probably the only person who actually finds myself funny, but regardless, blogging is great for me because I get to write, I get to laugh, and for a period of time I get to avoid any drama or angst that is taking heavy residence in my life.

As an added plus, I imagine you, the enthralled reader (though I'm not quite sure you exist), being so highly entertained by my words and wit.

Ha ha. That last sentence made me laugh.

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So the last time I wrote was early March. It's been almost two months. Gosh, I'm so bad at this.

I guess I've been through quite a lot in the past two months. For starters, I survived an entire soccer season. In March, I submitted to a spontaneous and outrageously illogical decision to join the soccer team, and spent a lot of time after that cursing myself for attempting to play a sport I knew virtually nothing about. Needless to say, it was a pretty awkward season. I really loved it, a lot of the time, but I sure felt like a moron when I couldn't do such simple things as dribble a ball across the field. But somehow, I was a starting forward in almost every game. I don't know if the coaches gave me seniority because I'm graduating in June, but I must admit I felt very proud every time I heard them yelling, "Good, Major!" from the sidelines.

I'd have to say the highlight of my season was when I was brutally kicked in the face. My God, that was awesome. I was sprinting towards some burly defender who, when I was about five feet away from her, tried to boot the ball over my head. But she failed pretty badly at that, and as the ball collided with my nose and mouth at dizzying speed, my feet flew in the air and my back crashed onto the ground. Immediately after that, I attempted to spring back up and start running again, but that was really difficult, due to my inability to see anything and the way the world was spinning round and round around me.

"Lie down, Major!" a teammate yelled from what seemed like miles away. I lied on the ground and felt pretty dumb, sprawled out all alone in the middle of a soccer field. Where was the team who was supposed to surround me and hold my hand in my time of mortal injury? I sat up and put my head between my knees. There was my coach, walking slowly towards me from the sidelines. "She has a bloody nose," I heard someone exclaim from miles away in another direction. I swept my hand across my face. Nosebleed, indeed.

I made it back to the sidelines where I started laughing as tears dripped out of my eyes. "That hurt!" I announced to my teammates and coaches on the bench.

We lost that game, but something about getting kicked in the face made me feel like such a hero. It almost made up for my inability to actually play soccer.

Overall, it was pretty good season. But I was very relieved when it was finally over on Tuesday.

So that was soccer.
Now what else?

Well, this is where I'm going next year:
I made the college decision! And in September, I'm off to DU! It wasn't even a hard decision to make--I'm pretty sure this school's the best for me.
I won't be living on campus, which I'm a little worried about. I don't know how hard it will be to make friends, because socially, I kind of suck. It took 2 years for me to be comfortable with my high school friends. But gosh, I really don't know what to expect. It's still weird imagining myself as a college student. It's crazy how finally I seem to be growing up. I'm turning 18 next Friday. I'm graduating in June. I'll be in college in September. Unreal.

I'm worrying and thinking about this quite a lot, but I know all I can do is finish high school and just see what happens from there. It's certainly exciting, but pretty intimidating as well.

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Gosh, it's midnight already. I was going to go to bed early tonight. Then I got online and started doing this. It's funny how easy it is to fall asleep while doing math homework, but it's just as easy to stay up till 2 doing absolutely nothing on the internet.

But I do think this is worthwhile.

I would resolve to blog more often, but time and energy are really big issues for me right now. But I will try. I do enjoy this.

Until the future, my dear reader.