Overflow of my brain

Mental regurgitation, take 1:

I need more time... there is just so much I would like to do and accomplish that I just do not have time for. I need to become more scheduled, or God needs to grant me an exemption from this whole space-time continuum thing... haha.

I have books I want/ need to read. I have people I need to write letters or return emails or blog posts to. I have friends I need to call and chat with. I have debaters that are in need of way more perpetration. I have several songs that I need to be practicing on my guitar. I really need to organize my closet and room. I have tons of wood that still needs to be picked up around our property that I just can not find time for. I need to consistently work out, otherwise I am not going to make my goal. If I do not start organizing soon, I may miss out on life (due to only my own laziness, lol)

I am going to start organizing everything.... Now if I can just find time to do that... hahaha.

Mental regurgitation, take 2:
It was so weird watching Metro play tonight. Apparently, it was like quarter-finals... and the whole school had a pep-rally... and I knew that to those kids, this was the greatest moment in their life thus far. And yet, it was only a game. I remember that feeling though, not too long ago... where one game, or one debate seemed like everything. It is so weird, only being a few years after it, and looking back at kids who are in my exact shoes, and thinking "they are only kids". Now, dont get me wrong... this is a huge moment in their life, and it should be respected as such... but after my failures in debate and soccer, I remember it taking me a while to deal with all of that. Looking back at it now though, it is so much easier to see that one performance does not dictate how you are going to be the rest of your life.

Take for example my debaters. Their success and/or failures in the last two tournaments literally has nothing to do with how they will do in this upcoming regionals event. I do not now how to communicate this to them. In each of the kids that qualified, I see such great potential... they are all so incredibly different, that it is even hard in class to find a way to educate them all at once. And yet, I know that in their minds, they think they are all on the same playing field, only separated by their past performance at tournaments. Ironically, that couldnt be farther from the truth. It is not about being a "better debater", as if there was this stock criterion of exactly how a great debater should be... but rather, in preparation of regionals, the only way they are going to succeed, is if they can capitalize on what type of debater they already are.

At the end of the day, they will succeed or fail because of the effort they put into this preparation. Once the tournament is over, irrelevant of the resultant, I want them to carry that principle over into their personal life... that at the end of the day, it is not about how well you can fit a mold, but rather, how great a version of YOU that you can be. Otherwise, they are completely replaceable in life by a trained monkey... and that would just be silly, lol.

I guess I am saying that I want them to thrive as individuals and not as actors/actresses.

Mental regurgitation, take 3:
I feel completely neutral towards going to the University of Oklahoma. I am not too sure how I feel about that.... quite neutral actually, haha.

Speaking of OU, apparently, I have 3 years of school left... haha. Once again, I actually feel quite neutral towards that fact, lol.


Mental regurgitation, take 4:
I have been taking guitar for about a month now. And it has taught me one very important thing... that my brain can be my biggest obstacle in the way of me doing well in life. When I think too much, I do horribly. When I just chill out and let my fingers go, I am a prodigy... well, almost. :-)

Mental regurgitation, take 5:
I bought a lottery ticket today.... That would be nice. Though honestly, if I won... I wouldnt change much in my life. I would still teach my debate class. I would help my dad when he needed it. I would still finish the work with the trees. I would probably buy a house somewhere and set up an office, library, and reading room that I could call my "inner sanctum", or something of the like :-) I would buy my dad the plane he is looking at getting so that he and I could start learning to fly... and I would continue on my way to learning how to SCUBA dive..... Oh, and I would have to cut one heck of a tithe check, haha. As far as the world was concerned though... I dont think I would tell anyone other than my immediate family. :-)

Mental regurgitation, take 6:
I am tired... as in mentally drained. I look forward to some good rest.


Peace out girl scout. ;-)