Crack-ed head

I don't really watch the news, but last night my dad pulled me to the tube to watch a Russian figure skater drop his female partner causing her to lunge head first into the ice. She lay motionless there for i guess a couple of minutes. I just watched the footage of her actually falling and didnt catch the rest of the story, but I did hear that she was just fine. Seriously, though, its amazing that her head didnt crack! Really, on solid ice like that and the way her head dropped like a concrete block, it is amazing that she didn't splatter blood all over the ice. It just goes to show you that miracles do exist in some small way...either that or Russian chicks have hard heads! I'm guessing both right now!
On a completely different note, have you ever noticed that staring at someone is kind of useless and sometimes depressing. I think that it is usually because you find them attractive or you are just trying to figure them out as if their facial structure or physique will tell you all. Either way, you cannot get the desired response you want or the epiphany moment that you think will come to be. You just sit there, eyes fixated on the inanimate beauty, dazzled at the sight and awed at the patterns that form what God has given us on this incredible earth. And it just confuses you more and more and more, thus it becomes your object of struggle and want for understanding. The only time I ever remember discovering something revealing about another face is when the channels and gates were opened in another girl's eyes when mine were directly across from hers. That was along time ago though. I miss that passionate gaze, purposeful yet blank in a mindmaze of pigmentation, aqueous humor, and lashes concealing at every blink. I don't get that much anymore. If anything it is just a passing glance...not necessarily in motion, but even when seated nearby. It's amazing how many people never have steady eye contact. I have realized that I have adapted to that bad habit. Every morning I just walk to class, hands warm in pockets, eyes at my shoes, thinking aimlessly. I see someone and i just lower my head after getting the notion to lift it. After keeping my head up for so long, always smiling at people, eyes sending out only good vibes, and having people look at you like you were nuts or trying to bring their bad mood down, it is impossible to keep myself from being shy. No one believes me when I say i'm shy, but thats because I just act happy all the time and outgoing so they don't see that im shy when it comes to being the real me. I don't think anyone close to me will ever know me for who I am really inside, except for maybe my mom and one other person. So for that other person, and whoever else that knows me truly or wholeheartedly desires to, Thanks!