I went a hockey game with a friends called Lily.
It was wickedly rad.
For more reasons than I can describe, really.
It was just awesome.
Our team won, in an overtime shoot-out.
The tension during that time was righteously intense.
And I felt like a sports nerd,
Because I like hockey,
And it's probably the one sport I can get super excited about.
It. Was. Epic.
But I see now why it was also bad.
I am absolutely beat.
I feel as though I was on an all-night bender.
Which isn't entirely false, but isn't entirely true, either.
Six hours might seem like plenty of sleep.
But it isn't for someone who usually gets nine.
I'm very, very sleepy.
And I have a very bad headache.
This part isn't so awesome.
I'm not sure why I decided to blog,
I currently just sound like I'm bragging and then complaining.
Which I actually am doing.
Ick.
I'm just way too tired to come up with something good to say here.
Wait, lies!
I noticed last night,
that people never stop to notice now...
They always assume that the stars and the flowers and the time
Will all be there tomorrow,
Sort of waiting for them.
But they never are.
And you must notice things now,
For what they are.
You must pause and take in the best things in life while they are still here,
Still in the now.
Which somehow reminded me of this lovely quote by someone I fail to remember:
"Live each season as it passes."
I love it.
Oh.
There's also bad news here.
I obsess about a guy.
My mother knows I obsess about a guy.
She knows who he is.
She should not know either of these things.
As:
A) I do not converse with her these matters.
B) I do not converse with others on these matters within earshot of my mother.
C) She better not read this blog.
And now on to rant about him as I do.
Somehow this is currently ironic
How I say she can't know,
And then continue to talk about him.
The irony could just be my sleepiness though.
Alas,
Yesterday (As most of this post pertains to yesterday)
He talked to me in this quiet voice
That it took me a long time to realize he had.
And it's this very sincere and quiet, thoughtful (?) voice
That seriously makes me melt a little bit.
And that's bad.
But it's also so lovely,
Because he just sounds so cute and lovely.
And when he says that he doing something else and was thinking about (in a sort of roundabout way, I guess) me,
I sort of die a little bit.
Even though it's not because he likes me that.
It still makes me want to grin like the idiot that I am.
Enough for now.
Adieu,
TGIF, too.
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