Love Hate Relation With Drama

First off, drama people have bug egos. Actors have even bigger. Just got to put that out there.

So, Drama (AKA, Pride and Prejudice) has started for me again now. I love it when I'm there, but when I think about what I could be doing otherwise I hate it. For example, I was dreading going today. Not wanting to go at all, wishing I could just go home. But once I got there I enjoyed myself. And even now when I'm home and just finished and enjoyed myself I don't really want to go back. Don't want to go again this week. Last year it wasn't like this. But last year there were different people.

I wish there were still the seniors from last year though. I miss them. Maybe I just don't know many of them this year, but it seems like half of Drama's personality has left. I miss them. I miss them a lot. I miss the role models they gave me and the fun times. I miss the protection they gave me from the other scary upperclassmen (not that they were that scary, but it always felt good to have a senior on our side). I miss having someone else in charge. I miss.

"Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not still friends."

I guess thats the way you have to think about it. You move on, and change, but in the end are friends will always be are friends, no matter how much you see them. A friend you can always call up whether it be a good or bad day and they can make it even better. You can miss them, but you will see them again someday.

Love my team. Hate to lose.

I stared, in the back of my head knowing it was going it, but still believing that Erin and Kelli would save us like they had so many times before. But then I heard the sound. The sound that can be heartbreaking on one end of the field and joyful on the other, unfortunately this time it was the former. Everyone stood and watched, myself included, as the ref blew the whistle and the other team burst out into cheers. But all we could do was watch. Stare in disbelief after 72 minutes of hard play seeing everything slip away from us, just out of our grasp. The statistics all point our way. More shots, more corners, and more time spent in there half. But in the end it didn’t matter. It still got taken away.

I love my team. My girls. My friends. I will always remember you guys no matter what our season ended like. Thanks for an awesome season. It wouldn't be the same next year. <3

Good day

What amazing friends I have. I could never ask for anything better. They all made my day today whether they know it or not. I love them all. So many presents and baked goods. But really it was the smiles and cards that went along with it that made my day. All the cards are now tacked on my wall so the next time I need to know someone cares for me they are there for me to see.

I also love my FH team. Everyone on the team is extremely nice. Playing the team we played tonight (who we beat to go undefeated in the district! Whoot!) made me realize how special and tight are team really is. They were yelling and cursing at each other, and just playing really poorly and getting angry at everyone, including us and their teammate when we would do nothing wrong. Our team is so much better then that. And I think I realized just how special we are. And I think this that someone said pretty much sums it up

"This is a special group of girls. You couldn't ask for anything better."

Other happenings in the game include getting hit hard in the hand about 30 seconds after I went in. It immediately started swelling up and I had a little cut. After the game I was showing it to the team and Coach H comes over and shows Coach D, they send me over to the trainer to get ice. Everyone was so worried, especially P. She sends me back with out a band-aide (it was bleeding pretty bad). On the way back everyone on the team starts singing to me. When Coach H sees I don't have a band-aide she marches on over to get me a band-aide and comes back and helps me put it on. Meanwhile, Coach D is telling me to make sure I ice it real well. I love my team. And it's good to know they care if I get injured.

My parents and brother all went to the game too. Thanks for coming guys, I really appreciate it even if I don't fully show it.

Thanks to my friends(teammates included) and family for letting me have a very special day.

New Seniors?

What happens when someone moves on. They leave or move away. They've taught you a lot. Shown you around. Started letting you see who you really are and giving you an example to live up to. But then they leave. Graduate. It's not your fault, but neither is it theirs. Thats just the way things work.

I don't want new freshman at school this year. I don't want to be a sophomore. The seniors all need to come back. I haven't learned everything I need to from them. These are the people that all year I watched walk among the hallways like they own them. The one's who were always calm cool and collect (except when they found out about colleges). Sure, there will be new seniors this year, but what will they know? They are always juniors in my mind. The class of 2010 had people in it that I respected above all else, and always will. Nothing can change that. I didn't get to learn everything I should have or could have or will from them, but I wish them all well in college or whatever else they may be doing, even if they are leaving me with out completing my lessons from them.