Float or Sink?

So in less than 24 hours I will know what position I will be next year...

A memory keeps coming about in my head lately. When I was young (or should I say younger), I would walk around the concrete jungle of my backyard. Despite the fact that most of my backyard consists of tomato vines and lemon trees, I could always find some activity to do. Whether I was building some irrigation system (water in a whole) or playing one player handball (hitting a ball against the wall), I could always find something entertaining to do. However on those truly insipid afternoons I would walk to the hibiscus tree sitting by the fire pit, and grab as many flowers as my mom would allow. Once I chose the flowers, I went to my room and found some lego people (the ninja was always my favorite). So when I gathered everything together, I would set the hibiscus on top of the water and watch it float. After making sure the flower was stable, I set the lego on top.

Here was where things got thrilling.

Not every flower would stay up. While some stayed afloat, others sunk like the Poseidon. It was unpredictable. It was random.

So what do I do if I sink?
I try as hard as I can to get back to the top again. No, I was not poised in my fall but that makes it all the better. I can start from scratch, be stronger than I ever was before.

What do I do if I float?
I do not flaunt and I stay humble: for it is just as easy to fall when you are arrogant.




The clock is ticking. The flower is set. All I can do now is watch and see where it goes...

GG

Oh God, when did things start to crumble?
Crumbling like a cookie.





I don't need another slump. I just got out of the last one!



In other news, I need to wash my car. It's a safety hazard.

I'm Boring

I think that I am boring. I can't really say much about anything, I am not entertaining. In a good blog, people usually place photos in their posts. I am a Bad Blogger: I never post photos. I don't ever have a reason to. But now I do. So for now on, I am going to have a photo every now and then to, for lack of a better phrase, spice things up.


In other news, I really like Zooey Deschanel. But I will talk about that at another time...

Note to Self: 04/10/08

• PC video
• Finish Studio 60
• CST Packet
• 1993 MC
• Great Gatsby essay
• Spanish powerpoint on Aymaras
• APUSH CH. 37 & 38: Cold War, Eisenhower Era
• Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime
  

The Darjeeling Limited

"Whatever happens in the end, I don't wanna lose you as my friend."

"I promise, I will never be your friend.  No matter what.  Ever."

Taco Factory

I have this ritual that every Wednesday after Outreach I must go to Taco Factory and order a Factory Burrito sans sour cream and cheese with super nachos.

I sit at the table in the Northwest corner.  I eat the burrito, save the nachos for Thursday.

This may sound pathetic and gluttonous, but the one event that I look forward to every week is Taco Factory Wednesdays.

I speak broken Spanish.

I eat.

I am content for two days.

But the main reason I am infatuated this even is because it never goes away.

I live one minute away from Taco Factory.  Car breaks down- I can walk.  From now until forever, a Taco Factory will appear on Wednesdays.  It is my hobbit hole, my escape.

Tomorrow is Wednesday.  As a matter of fact, any day could be Wednesday if I wanted it to be.