Shocked

Last night was one that I wish I could erase from my memory. I was pumped, as usual to play my indoor game, it was only our second game of the season. We were tied, 0-0 and there were about 10 minutes in the second half. I was on the sidelines taking our turn of sitting 3 minutes out and letting other players get a chance on the field. The ball was down near our goal and our goalie, one of my close friends, just caught the ball. The instant she had the ball, one of our opponent's teammate took her feet out  from under her, and she literally fell 3 feet in the air onto the ground. She automatically jumped back on her feet, gave two ear-piercing screams of pain and screamed "My arm is broken!". That image have been playing in my mind since last night. It was one of the most horrifying things that I have ever seen. She broke her arm in three places and went into surgery this morning. I really hope she is alright.

Mmm. Candy.

Everyone needs a little man candy. Thank you Google!

Oh, the Irony!

At lunch, I sit with one of my friends and a couple. If you could see how he treats her you would be jealous (I know I am). He is really a great boyfriend. Well, his girlfriend, who is also one of my friends, got mad at him because he couldn't talk a lot with her this weekend. However, he did have time to leave her a voicemail just before she goes to bed (like he always does. It is one of those cutesy things that he does for her). How did she resolve this problem? She didn't talk to him at lunch and got mad at him. Don't you think that it is a tad bit ironic that she solved the issue of him not being able to talk to her by not talking to him?

That got me wondering what other stupid things us girls do.

Inspiration

Props to www.marieclaire.com for the great photos. I honestly wish I was this girl in the shoot.

Random, Unconditional Acts of Kindness

There was a man who was going in for an interview for an office job. He was very well-kept and had long hair, which was neatly kept in a braid. He recognized that this might be a discrepancy; however, he was growing it for his niece, who has been diagnosed with cancer.

That happened at my mom's work, and I still can't get over it. That man would go through all that trouble with finding a job just so he can give his daughter his hair. It honestly brings tears to my eyes.

Wouldn't it be nice if more people were like this, Just did random, unconditional acts of kindness? The world would be a much better place.

I'll leave you with one of my personal favorite quotes from Gandhi that I try and live by:

"We must become the change we want to see in the world."

Picture Day.

One of the most dreaded days of school. 

People always try and wear their favorite shirt and wake up an hour earlier just to make sure that they can do their makeup perfect. But the funny thing is, no one really looks like themselves on picture day. 

It's actually kind of important if you really think about it. No one is going to remember what you did at junior homecoming. But they could just whip out their yearbook and look at your school picture.

Giving Up. Not a want, a must.

What I want to know is why I continue to hold on to you, when you clearly moved on and don't spend your valuable time thinking about me. You showed your friends our place so you can do something that I never approved of you doing. That clearly shows that you don't value us anymore. You lost your chance to have me by doing that. I hope you finally realize that I am done. I know I've said that before, but I'm pretty sure that I am ready. For real this time. Every time I see you talking to another girl or with another girl in general, I feel like I get the wind knocked out of me. I am tired of that feeling. I am tired of having feelings for you. I really want to move on. Seriously. Give me room, cause I'm gonna need it.

He makes me happy. You really don't understand. I know that you don't like him, and that isn't why I like him. He has a personality, and his own ideas. He tells me how he feels, he doesn't just talk to me. He will help me forget you, and that is what I really need right now. Just being talking to him makes me feel beautiful. I don't feel like I have to force myself to be anything that I am not.