Vipey's Den

End of Break: A Reflection

Yes. It is once again that time of year. Today, my spring break unofficially ended. Unofficially because school starts monday, not today, but ended becase I am back from cali and in all likelyhood will do nothing of particular interest tomorrow. Well, other than chores, homework, errands, and laying on my couch. You know, the usual.

As always, I do have some good stories from break. Little things I learned like attacking pigeons with wet shirts is really fun and fulfilling. Things like the true evils of bikinis. Yeah, they look great when properly worn by members of the correct sex. But they are truely a social travesty. First of all, how do you talk to a girl wearing a bikini? Ever tried it? Not easy. Gotta maintain eye contact. Eye contact...that means you can't look away from the bikini-wearing party's eyes, or at least their face. Don't look down. Seriously. Its always a losing battle. But no, it gets worse. Much worse. One second, you're standing in waves up to your sholders talking with a nice bikini wearing girl, the next second, half the bikini decides it doesn't like its home carefully adorning her body and wants to try to go somewhere else. Yeah. What do you do then but politely look away while blushing, making it look like you're a roasting lobster in the hot sun? Definately awkward. Babies are very cute, even when they throw things at you. Especially if you're not the one who has to change them. A lesson to all you girls (and, I suppose, guys as well) though: do not fly alone with a small baby. No good can come of it, though things won't be that bad if you luck out and sit next to an upstanding young chap who is willing to hold everything short of the baby for you. But really, how is that supposed to work? You have two carry-on bags, a baby that can't be set down for more than a minute, one tiny seat in which to sit with your baby, and to top it off, all your bags need to be placed above your seat because there's no room underneath. Hell in the skys, my friends. Another interesting fact: duck when entering planes, rooms, or just when there might possibly be something over your head that could hit it. This includes parking garages with 6 foot clearences. A further note: never, never, never, jump while ducking. Just don't.
A further, and also important lesson I would like to pass on: (though this applies only to people trying to contact me) calling me on the cell is a surefire way to get ahold of me. With one small exception. If you don't leave a message, I will not call you back. Especially when its long distance. Especially when I'm sitting on a beach.
Texting the phone, however, is a great way to pass on a short message. I must thank those who did, in one particular case, the timing was practically divine. Gotta love a little message from someone when you were just wondering what happened to them.

A difference this year was the relaxation. Last year, I was tense. And lonely, but that was another issue completely. I failed to let go of things that had been bothering me before break. As a result, other a few amazing conversations and those times when I forgot to think, vacation kinda sucked. This year was completely different. Other than an hourish trip to cyberspace, I refrained completely from worrying. Surprisingly, I'm still not worried. Fewer amazing conversation, much more peice of mind. Now to see if this mood can survive school starting.

While on break, I did attempt to update the site (something I will try again tomorrow >_<) and realized I had none of the files that were supposed to go up. I did find, however, some old journal/flow-of-concious writings of mine from around the start of the school year, end of the last school year, and spring break last year. I was struck not only by how much I've changed in some respects, but moreso by how similar I am now to then. Despite the various mood swings (seasonal, practically...and I swear, the last year has been the only time they've ever happened. Something to do with teh events contianeed therein, I suppose), I really am the same person. Same fears, hopes, doubts, desires, dreams, and nightmares. Though fewer of that last, luckily. The biggest difference is in how I react to these. For the longest time, I pretended they didn't exsist. I was content, but pressure was slowly building. At a few points over the last year, I kinda...burst, I guess. Some of you may even remember one or more of those, hopefully these people are few in number. Hypocritical as always, I strive to help others share their problems and troubles while forcing myself to deal privately with mine (most of the time, anyways). Personality thing or something. Last fall would be the low point, particularly because of football. Being on the sidelines for the first time in 3 years hurt. More than I cared to admit to anyone. Now, I guess since the encounter, though I really can't draw a definate line, I'm not stressed anymore. Same problems buggin me (worrin' about some friends, grades, chances of actually getting gametime next year, my continual lack of motivation, etc. :D) I just don't care about 'em. Those I can deal with, I'm dealing with, those I can't are just...in God's hands. Nothing I can do, so I'll leave it up to him. I honestally can't believe I'm saying that...it still kinda feels like pawning my worries off on someone else. But it seems like thats what He wants, and that's what works best, so whatever.

And yeah, that above is prolly cryptic and whatnot, it falls into the category of stuff written more for myself than you. Sorry. ;D

Jersey Girl, by the way, is an excellent film. Sorta Chasing Amy (only much milder) crossed with some sorta romantic comedy thing. And it tured out well.

Songs for break:
Let It Be - Superchic[k]
Love Song - Five for Fighting
Faction - Less Than Jake
Sunday Drive - The Early November
Gainsville Rock City - Less Than Jake
Forgive and Forget - The Get-Up Kids
Ghosts of You and Me - Less Than Jake
The Artist in the Ambulance - Thrice

Regrets and Romance - from.first.to.last

Posted by Viper37 at March 27, 2004 10:37 PM