What Can I Say?

Six hundred words per week about anything you want. At first sight, it seems like a lot. On second thought, it is a lot. But hey, when you love to inject your own style into your writing, how hard could it possibly be? I have always wondered how people can stay so committed to writing in a journal or blog. Oftentimes, it's a daily process that takes some time out of your schedule. So now that I begin my journey into the blogging world, I wonder how it will affect my schedule. Today, I attended church and slept. I almost put this blog off for one more day to sleep some more, because I value my slumber. I didn't want to start the blog because I had no idea what I was going to write in here week in and week out. What can I say?



My life is nothing special to write about. I am normally a kid who keeps to myself around people I am unfamiliar with. When it comes to spilling out my inner thoughts and emotions, I suppose it's much easier to do so behind the screen of my laptop in my basement bedroom with the lights out and Strip My Mind by Red Hot Chili Peppers playing in the background. Maybe that's a sign for what this blog is to become. Maybe this blog will become an extension of my mind and strip all the thoughts and emotions from my it. Or maybe I'm still a little out of it from my 4 hour nap.



So far, senior year has been great. I feel confident. There seems to be a swagger to my walk that I never felt during freshmen, sophomore, and junior year. Being a senior just makes me feel bigger. Of course, that could be attributed to my 6'7" frame, but hey, what can I say? I've been chosen to be apart of the elite gathering of guys known as the Painter Boys, who paint their bodies and shout battle cries under the Friday night Llghts during Homestead football games. I did (or attempted to do) 248 pushups after the Spartans scored 55 points against Huntington North. I carried the flag after each touchdown and led the Painter Boys. Random guys patted me on the back and random girls winked at me. Cheerleaders even talked to me. When that happens, I know I'm doing something right. What can I say? Maybe I'm starting to get some 'game.' Or maybe I'm just a wishful thinker.

Goodness, six hundred words is a lot. What else can I say? How about some talk about the future. Usually, I hate thinking about what's to come after today, but sometimes I have to write six hundred words in a blog and I can't think of content. One thing I know for sure is that I want to get out of Indiana. Don't get me wrong, I love living here. My family is great and my friends are amazing, but I want to have a great college experience. I want to experience something new, and by going out of state to college, I feel that goal will be reached. My mom tries to get me to read those big college resource books that explain what each college is about and why I should attend that school. As of now, my short list includes Villanova University in Philadelphia, Boston University, North Carolina, Wake Forest, Florida, or maybe Emory.

Basketball, however, has potentially opened doors for me and could make my college decision easier. I have received letters from Cornell College in Iowa, Skidmore College in Saratoga Springs, NY, Earlham in Richmond, IN, Kalamazoo College in Michigan, and University of Rochester in New York. If I were to decide to play basketball in college, University of Rochester would be my choice, assuming they wanted me to come and play for them. The qualities I am looking for in a college include being located near a pretty big city, medium sized population, business or journalism school, and far away enough from Indiana to feel like I'm living my own life. The University of Rochester is the most qualified under my expectations. If the coaching staff at this school told me they wanted me to play for them, I would have a hard time turning them down.

Wow, I just got carried away with that last paragraph and I see that my word count is now over 700 words. Like I said, I love to write about things and events when I can inject my own style and opinion into my words. Maybe six hundred words isn't so bad. What can I say?