I consider myself a big Red Sox fan, and have strong sense of pride for any Boston/New England sports teams. I find it to be a privilege to have grown up in a state that had such a big sports influence and bring home championships left and right. I enjoy watching sports, but its also not something I'll do when I'm just sitting home alone. If I'm somewhere and "the game" is on or I'm hanging out with guy friends, watching sports does not bother me one bit, but when home alone, I will choose the Real Housewives of New York or any other girly reality show over a sports event any day.
Between the World Cup and the NBA finals my Facebook newsfeed has been flooded with posts about sports and to be honest, I've been completely disgusted. After the Celtics lost last night and I couldn't even go on Facebook. Yes, I was sad that they lost but I said to myself, "oh well, we'll get them next year" and moved on with my life. I guess not everyone else had the same reaction. Half of my newsfeed was friends from MA, complaining about the refs and saying it wasn't a fair game. The other half was bitter Orlando Magic fans that jumped on the Laker's bandwagon, just to cheer for anyone that would play the Celtics. And then today, my newsfeed has been completely flood with comments about the soccer games.
I've learned that sports can bring out the worst in people. The horrible and rude comments has almost gotten to the point that I'm disgusted. There is a difference in having pride for your team and taking it too far.
Life is short and stressful, and after recent events in my life, I've learned that somethings are just not worth getting stressed over. For me, a losing game or a bad ref call is not something worth getting my panties all up in a bunch about.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
"Everytime I hear that song, I go back"
In Kenny Chesney's "I Go Back" there is a line that goes, "We all have a song that somehow stamped our lives. Takes us to another place in time." Going through my iPod today, I stumbled upon songs that I haven't listened to in months, maybe in years. Not only do songs stamp our lives, but I have connections between songs and people.
Poison Oak by Bright Eyes: I had a friend in high school named Paul. He was eccentric, outgoing, judged, yet loved by many. I can connect artists like Bright Eyes, Dashboard Confessional, Death Cab for Cutie, and Hellogoodbye to rides in my best friends white Jeep, with Sam and Paul, driving through the back roads of Cape Cod. As we all went to different colleges, we tended to grow apart from Paul. He joined the army and was killed in combat almost 2 years ago. Although I will never get to see him again, I can vividly picture our care free days whenever I hear these songs
Feels Like Home by Chantal Kreviazuk: A shy young girl, with a passion for dance beyond her years. I was paired to do a trio to this song with 2 older girls from my dance studio. We performed this dance at many competitions and shined each time. I had never been more in love with dance than the times I performed this on stage, and I can still feel my body mimic the steps when I hear this song.
Desperado by the Eagles-: My first love was in high school with a boy named Garrett. It was a relationship far too complicated for 17 year old kids, and the long distance between us became too much. He had a voice that made me melt and I used to make him sing to me over the phone when we couldn't be together. I know he did it half a dozen time but this is the only song that stands out in my mind.
I could fill a book with things like this if I went through my whole iPod. Whether its a word someone said while a song was in the background or that I can tell you exactly what episode of One Tree Hill that plays that song. Music has shaped my life in many different way, and this is an appreciation that I hope to someday pass along to my children
Poison Oak by Bright Eyes: I had a friend in high school named Paul. He was eccentric, outgoing, judged, yet loved by many. I can connect artists like Bright Eyes, Dashboard Confessional, Death Cab for Cutie, and Hellogoodbye to rides in my best friends white Jeep, with Sam and Paul, driving through the back roads of Cape Cod. As we all went to different colleges, we tended to grow apart from Paul. He joined the army and was killed in combat almost 2 years ago. Although I will never get to see him again, I can vividly picture our care free days whenever I hear these songs
Feels Like Home by Chantal Kreviazuk: A shy young girl, with a passion for dance beyond her years. I was paired to do a trio to this song with 2 older girls from my dance studio. We performed this dance at many competitions and shined each time. I had never been more in love with dance than the times I performed this on stage, and I can still feel my body mimic the steps when I hear this song.
Desperado by the Eagles-: My first love was in high school with a boy named Garrett. It was a relationship far too complicated for 17 year old kids, and the long distance between us became too much. He had a voice that made me melt and I used to make him sing to me over the phone when we couldn't be together. I know he did it half a dozen time but this is the only song that stands out in my mind.
I could fill a book with things like this if I went through my whole iPod. Whether its a word someone said while a song was in the background or that I can tell you exactly what episode of One Tree Hill that plays that song. Music has shaped my life in many different way, and this is an appreciation that I hope to someday pass along to my children
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
"I just haven't met you yet"
I just spent the weekend with one of my best friends and her boyfriend. I don't mind being the so-called "third wheel" but oh boy, did it remind me how single I am. It did spark a bunch of questions in my mind about where my future man might spring up from.
Will it be someone I've known for years and just has never sparked my flame until now?
Will it be someone I meet in a completely random place?
Will it be a friend of a friend?
And the itsy-est bity-est part of my mind wonders if its going to be that one that just can't seem to let go?
One of my biggest fears about falling in love in the future is not knowing whether it really is love, or its just the attention that I love. As much as I'm afraid of being alone, I'm starting to think that I'm almost equally afraid of falling in love again.
Will it be someone I've known for years and just has never sparked my flame until now?
Will it be someone I meet in a completely random place?
Will it be a friend of a friend?
And the itsy-est bity-est part of my mind wonders if its going to be that one that just can't seem to let go?
One of my biggest fears about falling in love in the future is not knowing whether it really is love, or its just the attention that I love. As much as I'm afraid of being alone, I'm starting to think that I'm almost equally afraid of falling in love again.
"I might have to wait, I'll never give up.
I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck
Wherever you are, whenever its right
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life"
-Michael Buble
I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck
Wherever you are, whenever its right
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life"
-Michael Buble
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