Rolling

We went out to Canon Mac today to face off against the Big Macs. We crushed them. Plain and simple we dominated all across the board. We have to keep this up Monday when section play starts.

I came home from the game to find a letter opened from Fordham. I read it and found out I've been placed on the waiting list. I hate it. Not the fact that I might not be good enough, rather the fact that now I won't know until May 1st. Mom said we can go look at St. John's and Drexel to see which one of those I like more. We'll put a deposit down on the one I like more and hold out for Fordham. If I don't get in then I just don't understand what I'm missing. I have the grades, the test scores, and even have family connections. If I don't get in I'll be upset, sure, why wouldn't I be? But I know I'll be okay. St. John's is a subway ride away from Manhattan and I can still test all the coffee shops I want.

I'll do my best to stay optimistic. That's something I usually have no problem with...

I watched the new Footloose again tonight and it was as corny and awesome as I remember it being. I wish I could dance more then anything in the world. It's such a beautiful thing when done right, even more so then singing in my opinion. If I had the time to learn how to dance like they did in the movie I wouldn't hesitate.

The movie helped fix my mood and now as I lay here in bed I'm excited for what tomorrow brings. I'm waking up at 8 to go get a hair cut before I go watch Ty and his Beadling team play up at the high school. I have a tough decision tomorrow between a buzz cut, a mullet, or just a trim.....I think it's going to be a last second decision or maybe the flip of a coin. Yes, a three sided coin you smart asses. After the game I'm gonna deposit some money in the bank and from there my day is wide open.

I'm beginning to really enjoy the little things everyday has to offer. Things like eating dinner with my family or driving my sister home. Things like sitting around bull shitting with Ty or even just laying in bed at night listening to the sounds outside my window. I hear crickets and cars passing by, I feel a cold breeze come through the window and I know that life is good. No matter where I don't get accepted the one place I'll always have is home.

I realize this blog has been all over the place so I want to focus my thoughts for one second. The last idea is one I tweeted about last night. I tweeted, "There's something to be said about being the only guy she needs to talk to." This is referring to girls and boys alike who have an unquenchable thirst to feel wanted. I'd much rather have one person to talk to every day then have four. Four people is impersonal. It says nothing about your commitment or your ability to really connect with someone. I'd be lying if I told you sometimes I don't wish more people would text me, hell I love talking to people. Maybe my problem is that I like to get to into conversation. I like to know too much about the person and I like to dissect what they have to say. I hate frivolous talk. I also cannot stand talking to worthless pieces of shit. Obviously that would seem to be a given, but a lot of girls like to talk to crap guys and good guys sometimes find crap girls as well. Too many times have I heard that all boys are assholes...you see the problem isn't that all boys are assholes, the problem is you limit your sights to assholes and the good guys are passed over or set aside. I speak for all the "good guys" when I say we're here for you ladies. But don't come to us as a back up plan, we deserve to be a priority.

I guess I just have a thing for being the guy who sweeps a girl off her feet and shows her there are better guys out there. Is that so wrong?

NP: Holding Out For A Hero-Ella Mae Bowen