I had a rather interesting weekend, but I am currently tired and do not feel like elaborating on it at this current time.
I was talking with a friend yesterday while driving to Grosse Pointe which also included an unexpected trip through Detroit. Phone signal sucks down there too.. He was speaking of his friend, and how he, at the age of 24, had had sex with 25 different women. I proceed to ask him what his total is, and he informs me that number stands at 9. Somehow, it doesnt bother me that my number rests at 0, while it bothers other people that they are where they are. I am liking the way the rain looks on the patio outside my window that I am currently looking out of. It has this reflective nature to it. It also reminds me of a song. Save The Day - Banned From Back Porch

My leg continues to bother me, each step is a pain-filled nightmare. I'm getting used to trying not to limp and walk normal. It hurts more but people don't notice. I don't like it when people notice, mostly they say something about me being weak or along those lines or making fun of me. It really is amazing how little people really do care about you. You see when other people are injured, everyone feels sorry for them or tries to make things easier. It doesn't bother me, it just strengthens my resolve to heal quickly and get back to normal, whatever normalacy that is.

so yesterday ranks up on there on the best days ever. so i went to the track meet yesterday, even though i couldn't run. so i'm sitting there talking to jeff and my phone rings, so i hobble away and answer it. it was heather asking me what i would say if she met me at the front gate. man, i was so nervous/ scared and excited all at the same time. god is she so beautiful. no one has ever came to see me anywhere, my parents don't even come most of the time. so i was excited. i'm just happy being around her or with her.

so, no more running for me, for a while at least. i find out monday if its a stress fracture, or mostly muscular. left shin/tibia hurts like hell though. i'm sick of icing it to keep the swelling down, its too cold. i'm sick of putting of with people at school, its stupid and childish. past two weeks sucked. dead uncle and busted leg, i hope things get better. so since i can't run, i've been thinking a lot, about things i like and the good things happening in my life. i really like talking to heather, i feel like i talk to much though. i feel really comfortable talking to her though. i like her an awful lot. i should get off and ice my leg again.


http://www.purevolume.com/becausegoodbyesareblack

listen.





It was almost night time so we stayed inside, and closed our eyes. I whispered a thought that I had. We slept while holding hands couldn't sleep the cold. You said, "Just being near you for awhile is enough." I thought you have the most wonderful sense of feeling right, and the most wonderful sense of being here tonight.