basketball yesterday.
championships against the sparks.
we played our asses off, we owed them some revenge.
i sware half their team fouled out- seriously.
our game went so late because of their stupid fouls.
and holly of a technical for 'kicking the other team'..? wtf?
so, we ended up losing.
49-47.
fml.
that silver medal i have...i threw it into a corner
and when i can bare i look at it,
im going to put it in my box of....well, my box of sad memories.
the box of memories i can hardly bring myself to remember.
i like having them all in a collective place
so i dont randomly stumble upon something that could make me cry...
ive got quite the assortment of things in there.
mostly failures.
from either some competive thing, a friendship, a relationship.
just a few things i have:
a shirt, a miniture boat, a movie ticket, silver medals.
its interesting really,
how im tearing up writing this...
interesting.
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get the duct tape. its time to mend that broken heart.
its me.
be like the bird.
be like the bird, who
halting in his flight
on limb too slight
feels it give way beneath him,
yet sings,
knowing he hath wings.
-victor hugo
be like the bird, who
halting in his flight
on limb too slight
feels it give way beneath him,
yet sings,
knowing he hath wings.
-victor hugo
to the virgins, to make much of time
gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
old time is still a flying:
and this same flower that smiles today
tommorow will be dying.
the glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
the higher hes a getting,
the sooner will his race be run,
and nearer hes to setting.
the age is best which is the first,
when youth and blood are warmer,
but being spent, the worse, and worst,
times still succeed the former.
then be not coy, but use your time,
and while ye may go marry:
for having lost but once your prime
you may forever tarry.
-robert herrick
gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
old time is still a flying:
and this same flower that smiles today
tommorow will be dying.
the glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
the higher hes a getting,
the sooner will his race be run,
and nearer hes to setting.
the age is best which is the first,
when youth and blood are warmer,
but being spent, the worse, and worst,
times still succeed the former.
then be not coy, but use your time,
and while ye may go marry:
for having lost but once your prime
you may forever tarry.
-robert herrick
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