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| I think my mom sounds like Mrs. Swan from madtv.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KT5oMzo-guI
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| My breathing is heavy and my head is throbbing. My legs ache and the middle finger on my right hand is jammed. Sweat is still dripping off of my chin, and my glasses rest crookedly on my nose. Despite all of this, I'm happy.
Today marks an important day in my basketball ball playing days. Today is the day I've successfully played with the "guys" and held my own. Though I've never considered myself a great basketball player, I've prided myself on my defense and energy. My shooting abilities are often sub-par, considering the fact that I still shoot clumsily with two hands instead of using just one. Nevertheless in the four-on-four game today, I made several rebounds, scored four points, and played an aggressive defense. At the end, a teammate even complimented me on "the way I play." This made me swell with pride.
Of course, I've spent the last couple of weeks practicing day in day out for a game like this. I've played one-on-one matches with the specific intentions of improving my defense. When I practice on the courts, I'm always eyeing other players in the hopes that they would challenge me to a quick game. I've had my triumphs and my failures, but I've always been happy for the opportunity to improve. Through these games I've realized that I need to work on my dribbling, especially on my left side, and also to improve my shooting. If I can improve these fundamentals, I think I can "bring my game to the next level."
A little bit of Advil to stop the headache and pain and I'll be good to study physics. Oh yeah, can't forget the watermelon.
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| I don't feel happy or sad at this particular moment, and I can't find a reason to justify either emotion. All I know is that I continuously feel as if something is missing in my life, something that can't be satisfied by simple accomplishments or successes. Over the past year, I've increasingly become more disillusioned about school and life in general. I wouldn't even try to start my homework; instead, I would browse the internet for tidbits of news and facts to entertain me. Soon enough, it would be ten o' clock and at last I would finally pick up a pencil in fear of being reprimanded by my teachers the next day. As I mentioned earlier, this process has worsened until sometimes I would be unable to finish my homework altogether. And it's not because I find the homework strenuous or overly demanding; I just cannot find the motivation to complete it.
What annoys me most is that when I try and describe this to other people, some of them simply refuse to believe me. I would say, "I don't know what's happening to me...," and they would reply, "You're being too hard on yourself. "
What can I say to convince them, or myself, that something is wrong with me? I don't believe that any student, or person, should ever feel this way.
But what I'm describing are all side-effects of these feelings I have. I don't want to call them reasonings because I'm not sure how true these convoluted theories are. Honestly, I think a part of my apathy comes from my belief that there are no ideals in this world. I think humans in general are pitiable and flawed, though we can sometimes create something memorable. Perfect people exist in solely in history and fiction, and that's only because their shortcomings have been left unrecorded and forgotten. Maybe I'm exaggerating my feelings and trying to justify them through something big that probably doesn't really affect me. Nevertheless, I can't continue to feel this way, it's agonizing and frustrating.
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| Watch Jeopardy!!! I'm rooting for Larissa Kelly to beat Ken Jenning's 74 match run. But it's too early when she still has such a long way to go. So far, 6 day total = 222,000 something dollars. | | |
| http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/05/24/ebay.baby.ap/index.html?iref=mpstoryview BERLIN, Germany (AP) -- Authorities in southern Germany said Saturday that they have taken custody of a 7-month-old boy after his parents posted an ad on eBay offering to sell him for one euro, the equivalent of $1.57. Peter Hieber, a spokesman for police in the Bavarian town of Krumbach, said the baby was placed in the care of youth services in the southwestern Allgaeu region, although the child's 23-year-old mother insisted that the ad was only a joke. Authorities have launched an investigation into possible child trafficking against the baby's mother and 24-year-old father, neither of whom was identified. "Offering my nearly new baby for sale, as it has gotten too loud. It is a male baby, nearly 28 inches (70 cm) long and can be used either in a baby carrier or a stroller," police quoted the ad as reading. No offers were made for the child in the two hours and 30 minutes the ad was posted on Tuesday. EBay later deleted the posting but assisted police in tracking down the parents.
I can see why this would be considered "child trafficking," because one euro is just so much money nowadays. | | |
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