I'm tired of walking down this path
Trying to find your heart,
trying to find some emotions
Only to turn around again
You think this is all a game
A bag of tricks I like to use
Every time it breaks my heart
Every time I push you away
I'm tired of driving on the highway
to try and get you out of my head
I've always known you were poison
worse than the rum last Friday
For the seventeenth time I said I'm done
Only to ask for your forgiveness
Knowing I had to start over
I know I'm destructive to you
You think this is all a game
A bag of tricks I like to use
Every time it breaks my heart
Every time I push you away
You think this is all a game
A bag of tricks I like to use
Every time it breaks my heart
Every time I push you away
Sunday, February 15, 2015
lonely lubbock lights
Valentines' Day 2015 was pretty good. Not because I spent it with a significant other; I lack the good fortune of deserving someone to fulfill such a role. Instead I spent my day loving the best sport on earth: baseball.
P.S.: The title refers to a song by Aaron Watson. Check it out.
Texas Tech won, at home in Lubbock, against San Francisco. The final score was 13-5 and featured a 7-spot by the home team in the bottom of the first inning. It was a pretty wild half, no puns intended.
You see, the lefty pitcher for San Francisco struggled with his release point. I also didn't see very good mechanics, but I'm not too experience with evaluating talent. The first two runs came on bases-loaded walks. Those runners that scored? Well, they both reached on free passes as well.
It was funny because one of the frat guys in front of us said that technically this guy is working on a no-hitter. The next pitch was a grounder pulled in the hole between third base and shortstop. A 2-run single.
I was really impressed with the Raiders' starting pitcher, Dylan Dusek. Michael Davis made a couple spectacular plays at third base. Great arm and a pretty nice glove.
Today helped me realize that I really should start paying attention to college baseball. I am excited to return to the grind of school at the University of Texas in San Antonio and enjoying watching their baseball team. Hopefully visiting other Texas schools will become a reality. I would love to enjoy a game at Rice, the University of Texas, and Texas State soon.
So I guess I had a pretty good day.
P.S.: The title refers to a song by Aaron Watson. Check it out.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Writers' Block
I want to make a post that is an attempt to clear up the objectives of this blog. Crimson Commtiments was an effort to mix creativity and routine together. I love writing. I really believe that if there is anything in life that I excel at, it's conveying my thoughts through text.
Anyone who knows me should know that I am not an optimistic person. I always find the errors in my ways and I let them defeat me too easily. While these traits drag me down, I always try to be the best person that I can be. That is why I try to write. I feel relaxed, for the most part, because I have a conversation with myself as I type words.
Long story short: two goals to make myself a stronger writer is to explore new ideas as well as having a routine. Writing is easily an ability that is perfected through repetition. Without writing on a consistent basis, I'm never going to get past the writing skills that enabled me to pass my composition classes.
While they were at the collegiate level, they are mandatory to earn a degree at this university.
To get to the point of this post: I think I struggle with writers' block. It all comes back to the fact that I lack the day-to-day practice. There is another problem: I have a destination in mind with little plans of how to get there.
Watching this television show "Californication" has reinforced that I need to just write, then distance myself from whatever topic I chose, and come back to it. Or never come back to it. The main character, Hank, has a daughter who has dropped out of school to pursue her career as a writer. Hank directly told her to stick it in a drawer and never return to it. To just move on from that exploration of her mind.
Perhaps that may be the best course of action for me. There have been over a hundred sports-related articles by myself over at Climbing Tal's Hill. But writing about baseball is supposed to be objective. Writers' block is less of an issue due to the fact that there is always something out there that is waiting to be covered.
But I want to be a well-rounded writer. If you're reading this, leave a comment on what you think so far. I appreciate any criticism. Constructive or destructive, I want to learn.
Anyone who knows me should know that I am not an optimistic person. I always find the errors in my ways and I let them defeat me too easily. While these traits drag me down, I always try to be the best person that I can be. That is why I try to write. I feel relaxed, for the most part, because I have a conversation with myself as I type words.
Long story short: two goals to make myself a stronger writer is to explore new ideas as well as having a routine. Writing is easily an ability that is perfected through repetition. Without writing on a consistent basis, I'm never going to get past the writing skills that enabled me to pass my composition classes.
While they were at the collegiate level, they are mandatory to earn a degree at this university.
To get to the point of this post: I think I struggle with writers' block. It all comes back to the fact that I lack the day-to-day practice. There is another problem: I have a destination in mind with little plans of how to get there.
Watching this television show "Californication" has reinforced that I need to just write, then distance myself from whatever topic I chose, and come back to it. Or never come back to it. The main character, Hank, has a daughter who has dropped out of school to pursue her career as a writer. Hank directly told her to stick it in a drawer and never return to it. To just move on from that exploration of her mind.
Perhaps that may be the best course of action for me. There have been over a hundred sports-related articles by myself over at Climbing Tal's Hill. But writing about baseball is supposed to be objective. Writers' block is less of an issue due to the fact that there is always something out there that is waiting to be covered.
But I want to be a well-rounded writer. If you're reading this, leave a comment on what you think so far. I appreciate any criticism. Constructive or destructive, I want to learn.
Up All Night
Today I was supposed to meet my parents for lunch. My PS4 has been a difficult device since I received it a few months ago. Well, I finally gave in and I'm going to send it to Sony. Hopefully I'm able to get it repaired or replaced.
We were going to meet in Bastrop. There's some things that I want to bring to San Antonio while the most important thing is that I get the PS4 to them so that they can mail it to whereever Sony wants.
I have gone home twice this semester (this is only week 4). One of my goals was to take this semester more seriously and work toward a better GPA. A perfect 4.0 one time would be nice. Obviously I will not ever get it to a 4.0 overall; one semester would be a nice accomplishment.
So that's why I didn't go home this weekend. Maybe that would have been a better option. I write this sentence at 4:11 am. I got into bed shortly after midnight. Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhh it has been a very boring time. Somehow, however, sleep eludes me.
This has been a really weird post. I am obviously tired but I just cannot seem to get any rest.
We were going to meet in Bastrop. There's some things that I want to bring to San Antonio while the most important thing is that I get the PS4 to them so that they can mail it to whereever Sony wants.
I have gone home twice this semester (this is only week 4). One of my goals was to take this semester more seriously and work toward a better GPA. A perfect 4.0 one time would be nice. Obviously I will not ever get it to a 4.0 overall; one semester would be a nice accomplishment.
So that's why I didn't go home this weekend. Maybe that would have been a better option. I write this sentence at 4:11 am. I got into bed shortly after midnight. Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhh it has been a very boring time. Somehow, however, sleep eludes me.
Let me get this straight, do you want me here?As I struggle through each and every year.And all these demons, they keep me up all night.They keep me up all night.They keep me up all night. - Blink-182My phone just received a text message. Good to know that I'm not the only person with sleep problems.
This has been a really weird post. I am obviously tired but I just cannot seem to get any rest.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Pilot: A Rookie Endeavor into Personal Blogging
On this 5th of February, 2015, my thoughts have led me here. Over the past few days I have stressed about college, personal relationships and reestablishing a good relationship with my family. You see, I have gone through a lot of changes during college. At the same time, I haven't been through a lot of changes.
For those of you who do not know: I have been writing for the last year or so. The exact date is November 15, 2013 that I took a gig as a sports writer. That site is Climbing Tal's Hill, and it covers my love for the Houston Astros.
Writing is nothing new to me. Throughout middle and high school, essays were a common method that teachers utilized for assessment. You know, critical thinking skills and all that jazz.
I wanna get better.
I want to write a novel, or a movie script. Lately I have thought that the best place to start is with short stories. Sigh. I have began to look at tips on where to begin.
The problem is that everyone has their own process. Mine is simple. I put my thoughts on the page. Proofread as I go along. I try to make everything fluid. I do not pre-write in a physical sense. There is no off switch for my brain. I am constantly thinking. Maybe people do not realize this about me. I spend very little time actually writing.
Except when I want something to be good. Then this thing called commitment tries to make an appearance. Merriam-Webster online defines commitment in three ways:
For those of you who do not know: I have been writing for the last year or so. The exact date is November 15, 2013 that I took a gig as a sports writer. That site is Climbing Tal's Hill, and it covers my love for the Houston Astros.
Writing is nothing new to me. Throughout middle and high school, essays were a common method that teachers utilized for assessment. You know, critical thinking skills and all that jazz.
I wanna get better.
I want to write a novel, or a movie script. Lately I have thought that the best place to start is with short stories. Sigh. I have began to look at tips on where to begin.
The problem is that everyone has their own process. Mine is simple. I put my thoughts on the page. Proofread as I go along. I try to make everything fluid. I do not pre-write in a physical sense. There is no off switch for my brain. I am constantly thinking. Maybe people do not realize this about me. I spend very little time actually writing.
Except when I want something to be good. Then this thing called commitment tries to make an appearance. Merriam-Webster online defines commitment in three ways:
- a promise to do or give something
- a promise to be loyal to someone or something
- the attitude of someone who works very hard to do or support something
This is my biggest flaw. I have recently failed to commit to anything. To working out and to be a healthy college student. To writing about baseball on CTH. To what actually matters - family relationships, getting a good job, and the most important thing: obtaining a college degree.
So I invite you to keep this page in mind. Crimson commitments represents who I want to be as a writer. I want to be creative: full of colors, full of imagery. But at the same time I want to have a structure. I need a routine to be successful. I need to commit to the coursework I am taking, a job that rewards me with real-world experience, and to the baseball blog.
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