I feel like it’s virtually impossible to follow-up my last blog (see: “The big divider.”). I thought about it long and hard (that’s what she said) and I don’t know what I’m going to do. I feel like a band struggling to prevent becoming a one-hit wonder. I bet I know exactly what Gnarls Barkley’s feeling.
I am the heaviest sleeper I know. Ben, for instance, can wake up at the sound of a pin drop. Whenever I spend the night at Logan’s and I wake up, Logan’s already been awake for about an hour and has eaten breakfast, watched a movie, and discovered a cure for intestinal cancer. I don’t know why this is, I don’t have a concrete definition, but I wonder if it’s because I’m the type of person comfortable in any situation. That may be a little too psychoanalytical or Freudian for some, but it’s a good enough reason for me. I do feel safe and at home in most environments and not a lot of things can throw me off. However, I do have a terrible fear of making people uncomfortable. Such a fear, in fact, that it sometimes prevents me from saying or doing certain things. I know this is vague, but I don’t know how to explain it more distinctly. Anyone else suffer this affliction?
Ben has sleepovers down to a science. He brings only the essentials: blanket, slippers, shorts. Nothing more. I, on the other hand, am always thinking ‘What else should I bring? We’ll prolly use that, pack it in!’ I’m always bringing these unwieldy items like board games and stereos and books. Honestly, who READS at sleepovers? No one, including me. The problem doesn’t end there, because that wouldn’t even be that bad. No, I also don’t bring the necessities like contact cases, toothbrushes, and shoes. “So, instead of bringing a change of clothes, you brought a blender?” “Yeah, you never know when you want to enjoy a refreshing smoothie.”
When I got into tennis, I don’t think I was quite sure what I was getting into (that sentence was awkward). I guess I thought it was some leisurely hit-around-for-a-half-hour-and-you’re-done type of thing. It’s pretty hardcore though. I’m not saying it’s more hardcore than track or football (Heaven forbid!), I’m just saying I was a bit surprised. It’s been even worse with all this snow. Buddytag at nine in the morning on the snowy football field in freezing weather. How does that not sound like fun?! In all actuality though, I am enjoying it. I’m glad I like tennis so much, or I’d be second guessing my original reasons for trying out in the first place.
And, I’m excited for Shrek the Third and I don’t care who knows it.
P.S. Lance has a cool german song on his myspace. Check it out.