Burning the late night oil once again. Sunday night, and I can never get to fall asleep right away. Sent in my application for NAU today. Only a few more months until I am gone from this hell hole of a town. It's one of those "once I learn to fly. I'm never coming down," moments. It's about to crest into fall and the end of the 100 degree temperatures, which I cannot stand. I personally find Sept, and Oct very, very calming months. They are the two months where we can finally come out of hiding and breathe again. It's a good feeling. With the end of this month, I will also have seen Rise Against again. The excitement grows with every second closer. Only downside about this California trip is going to be the 24th. Nations Afire will be playing at the Viper Room that night, which should be our first night in CA, and that venue on the strip is a 21+ venue. I'll see if I can get in touch with them and they maybe can get me in, who knows. I'm really digging on their stuff. Listen to their song "Voices," you'll see what I mean.
It's going to be interesting out on my own. I know so many people that haven't gotten out on their own, because they are clinging to home because that is their supplier. I'm on the verge of freedom, and a break to do what I want. I know what I want to do. I know where my life goal is. It may not happen within the next 2 years though. A secondary plan I have right now is to get into broadcast journalism, and do radio broadcast. The ultimate goal for me is this, become a firefighter. I have had dreams about it, and overwhelming thoughts lately. I'm an athletic dude (even thought I am way out of shape right now) and am very capable of doing that job. I rather die trying to pull someones seeming lifeless corpse out of a fire than live in the shadows, and the simple life.
Swing back to California in twelve days. It is going to be interesting to see Rise Against, and see how my perspective of their fans has changed since seeing the "Generation Lost" DVD. Their crowd is a kind of communal crowd. Everyone there has had something go horribly wrong somewhere in their life. Whether it is home, personal, love, health, or political. Everyone there has been scorned by something so deeply that they have found a connection the the lyrics that Rise puts forth. I fit into that crowd into most of them. Home life, not so much, but the others I have had things go horribly wrong for me. I'm glad they did, and I found this band. The best music is music with meaning. Like I have harked on too many times before, most bands have missed the boat when it comes to being real and meaning.
Ah yes, I totally forgot to mention what happened Saturday.
Saturday was the first game of the 15 game fall baseball season. Strangely enough it was on the nine year anniversary of 9/11 and a year ago that I was in the hospital with the MS treatments. I had just recently bough a first baseman's mitt with the money I had gotten back from my stolen gear, so I am focusing more on playing the field, and hitting than pitching. Now I kind of have lost my swing over the past few years, coaches have put me at pitcher and forgot I could hit. (I don't like to focus on hitting on days I pitched.) I had been working on my swing the two weeks, changing up my load time, and my front foot. First at bat of the season, the one you really like to get a hit in. First pitch I see is a beachball about waist high, but being a first pitch I was very unsure if I should swing or not.I checked my swing, and didn't pull the bat back fast enough, and hit a dribbler to first base stranding a runner on third. Next at bat I told my self do not even attempt at the first pitch, which I didn't. I would up getting the count to 2-1, and here's where the magic happens. The 2-1 is a clone of the first pitch I saw in my first at bat, this time I put a full swing on it. My brother said it was a line drive, and not a towering fly as it looked from my perspective, nonetheless, it cleared the fence about 360 feet away, with a wood bat too. It was a two run blast that got us back within 2 at 6-4. We would come back and tie, and eventually take the lead, but wind up tying the game 8-8. I'm hoping for more hits, just singles. I'll take those any way I can get them.
To those of you that claim you don't have athletic ability, get off you lazy ass and do something. Everyone has athletic ability. Please do remember, we have evolved a conscious, but are creatures that still have primordial instincts in our muscles. It doesn't have to be a major sport like baseball, football, basketball or hockey. There are so many more things out there that take athletic ability, and we all possess it. If you say you don't you are making an excuse, and you should not chastise people for actually getting out there and doing something. If you have a legitimate reason, say you have a mental disorder, or have a missing limb, then I could understand, but you don't. You rather sit around, and tell us we shouldn't because it is a waste of time. You have no sense of fun. Video games should not be an outlet for activity. America, and the pop culture has gotten this bad. It is sad. Do something, go out and breathe in the fresh/polluted air depending on where you live. Anything, just do it. Even going for walks count. Just do it.
This anxiety is killing me again, this is just Sunday, and I sleep like shit as it is on Sundays. Well, time to try and sleep again. Here's to another week down, and another to go.
When we go down, we go down in flames-SS
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