homecoming game

people get injured a lot in football. the stands quiet down, or sometimes they don't, and dim blue and white figures huddle over the fallen. "it's a concussion," they whisper, and the football moms ask whose number it was, though they all know the names inside the numbers. 

people clap when they get up, as if they were all of a sudden better, the referees faith healing on the spot. 

it's messed up, i don't know. 

was talking to v, joking around-- actually managed with a serious face to do the "can i ask you a personal question... no, really personal! like, invasive" and then yell "WILL YOU BE MY GIRL" (obviously i should be on comedy central) and for a second! he was like, yeah, go for it, ask me if i'm a virgin, i don't care! and then....i sang-yelled, we laughed and laughed until i felt like a dick. ANYWAY....

bleh. i hate this weird like rollercoaster of energy... like, i'll be doing horn suicides with j and poking m and then i'm just sitting outside trying not to cry or fall into picturing my death, and saying i'm tired, my cover-all excuse for being still. 

swing club... is ridiculously fun. 

lots of jumps. 

lots of silliness.