Welcome Back, Daniel!

I sincerely apologize for not updating this thing in more than four months, but I suppose I just hadn't found inspiration to write anything, or to rant about anything, and I also feel sad to announce that I still haven't found anything, but considering the fact that it's been four months, I have decided to just type away, talking about whatever pops into my paranoid mind, so here we go:

Over the past months my life has changed; no, that doesn't mean now I embrace any religion (although I have thought about agnosticism, and other faiths that aren't as phony, pretentious and full of prejudice such as... well, you know which ones I'm talking about) but my view on certain things has taken a 180 degree turn, or maybe a little less than that, but still..

I remember when I first moved to this town I thought it would be like the stereotypical American town, with all the cliques, deficiencies, and lack of knowledge that is portrayed in every other American imagery bombed by media, and even though I had come to visit my father in many occasions, I never really payed attention to the lifestyle of the inhabitants of this place that I now finally dare to call "home", not in the sense that I love it, but in the sense that I have come to accept this is where I will spend my life until I am through with high school.

Since the last time I posted something on here, which was in... early December, I was going through this irreverent phase, which hasn't ended at all, but it has been lightly suffocated by a new found feeling of discipline and determination which came from a decision I once thought impossible, I became an athlete.

Mostly driven to this choice because the good ol' American Couch Potato lifestyle had gotten to me, which you should imagine, it's pretty unhealthy, I mean, I've always been into sports, and been pretty agile for a guy my size, I've played basketball, soccer, I was even in Tae Kwon Do for a while, no joke. And after a period of inactivity that extended over almost two years, and listening to my dad's continuous blabbering about how being (almost) six feet tall, I had a certain potential to be a football player. So as soon as the first semester ended, and after discussing it with a few acquaintances, it happened, shit happened, I had first period athletics.

Actually, I am getting a bit ahead of myself, because getting it wasn't that easy in the first place, I had to BEG my counselor to give me that class, and he didn't so I had to skip my actual first period class for about two weeks until the coaches talked to the principal and the principal gave the order to get a bunch of kids Athletics instead of our regular first period (I have to mention that about 90% of those kids have quit football already) and so my little adventure started. I don't really wanna get into details, but let's just say it has changed the course of my life, for the better, and if any of the guys I've met in there read this I am sure they will laugh at me because they're a bunch of assholes.

And well, I'm tired, so I'll stop typing now, maybe I'll have something else to say in a while, or months, like last time.



Daniel "Brujo" Rocha #69