I feel like rambling....

Hi!

I looked at my other blog post..and it stinks. I feel kind of bad for leaving you with that little itty bitty post. The problem is..I really can't think of anything to write about! I know I said in the summer that when school started I'd have a lot to say..but I really don't. This is weird. So for just this post, I'm going to let my brain wander. I'm trying to fall asleep and decided to blog. So here goes my random-sleepy-blog thing. Good luck reading it.

I'm first going to ramble about volleyball. I like to play volleyball. If you asked me at the beginning of the year, I would say "OMG I LOOVVEEE VBALL!!!!111oneoneone". Now I would say "I like volleyball". Want to know why? Ok. Volleyball has always been interesting for me. Everyone had their place, and there was not a lot of running involved. Sure, you sometimes had to sprint to get a shanked ball, but other than that it was just moving quickly. We had tryouts the second day of school, and a few weeks later when they announced it, I was on the A team. The scrimige was fun, we didn't have a lot of pressure and we did pretty well. Then the running started. I kind of understand the conditioning thing...but running 6 minutes straight? Coach calls it "mental toughness" but I call it horrible. I used to LOVE practice, until I practiced as much as we do. Monday through Wednesday we have 3 hour practices, Thursdays and Fridays we have roughly 30 mins of practice each. So 4 hours in practices per week. Then on Thursdays, it's game day. From 5 until 8 we have to stay with our teams, even if we aren't playing. That's three more hours. And if we have a tournament, it's about 5 hours from start to finish. So on normal weeks, we have 7 hours of volleyball. And on tournament weeks, we have 12 hours of volleyball. Seriously. When you spend so much time doing something, you start to like it less..and less. And now I think I'm the bottom player on A team. Coach is always benching me and I always seem out-of-it during games. This past week I got to play for 8 minutes. That's after devoting 4 hours of my time to volleyball that week, not including the game. So Volleyball, I'm mad at you.

Did you know being seperated from your best friend is the worst feeling in the world? I recently watched the music video for Tay's Fifteen, and *spoiler alert*, Abi starts crying after her heart gets broken. Tay comes over and hugs her, and they both cry. I started crying after that, not only because Abi had just had her heart broken, but because that's exactly what I would do if my Abby got her heart broken. Then I realized that if that ever happens to her, goodness forbid it dosen't, but if it does I most likely won't be there to hug her. I would have to settle for a twitter-hug or a e-mail, or if we are lucky, a phone call. That is the thing that broke me, On a bit brighter note, that same Abi in the video replied to me on twitter. Twice. I told her about how that would be what I would do with my Abby, and she says how awesome it is to have a friend like that, and she thanked me. I then told her about how my Abby lives in Oklahoma, and how she might be able to relate with her being in college and Tay being on tour. She says, and I quote: "As long as they are in your heart, they're never far away". So true.
On that subject: Abby and I have been planning our next visit as soon as she was dropping me off in Texas in August. We agreed that we would do Halloween at her house. Before that, she did a very brief stop at my house (like 30 seconds, "Hi Abby! *hug* Oh. Bye then!"), and I couldn't wait for Halloween. Remember my rant on volleyball? Haha-how could you? It was monsterous! Anyway, my mom wants to sign me up for a select volleyball team. For me this is HUGE, because I've always wanted to plays select volleyball. But that was before I played volleyball this school season. And the only tryouts for the select volleyball? October 31st. Also known as Halloween. I REALLY want to go to Abby's...but my mom won't let me out of this volleyball! She dosen't want me not active after v-ball season, but I won't! The off-season workouts I've heard are a million times worse than regular volleyball! So I hope I win that war. It would be our first halloween together since we were 6! And that was when she lived here!

O_o That is LONG! I said I would ramble..and I definitly lived up to that. Wow. That's...wowz. If you even cared to read all of that, please do comment. It makes me happy. And if you have a twitter...follow me! Instead of this all at once, you get it in nice, 160 character incriments!

Goodnight, and once again, thanks for reading!

-Claire, Fearlessly13, and The Fearlessly Awesome One.
They are all the same person. Me. Rar.