God, Tequila and the Black Ice Cream truck
Well, my friends it’s been one crazy week fueled primarily by sobe energy drinks, coffee and quesadillas. My finals are (for the most part) a joke as the professors put more emphasis on the final projects they assign rather than the finals themselves and having finished those projects I’m sitting pretty for a while.
My roommate’s girlfriend’s birthday is tomorrow and I bought some tequila and margarita mix... and some ice too. I didn’t get enough mix, I’ll have to get some more tomorrow.
I have to make a chart for my paper that’s due tomorrow morning, and I did it right the FIRST time and it took me FOREVER and the teacher friggin wrote all over it and my roommate suggested to me that I white out her writing and photocopy it... it’s so simple and yet... so INGENIOUS. I’m glad I have a roommate that thinks outside the box. Jon rules.
There has come to my mind, a vast number of things that I write down... not here, but elsewhere. I’m not that brash. One thing though, I came to terms with that pastor in training and thoroughly respect the pastor for living what he believes. I look at the people who surround me and I see quite an odd collection. I don’t watch much TV nowadays, but one program I happened to catch was this little documentary/show/thing about bigshots who were geeks in high school and I got to thinking: How lucky I am to have come from a school that didn’t polarize its student body with pointless labels such as ‘jock’ or ‘geek’. Our school was too damn small for that. How blessed I am to have lived such a good life in high school despite being so geeky that I made up my own role playing game and at the same time, have two dates to my own winter formal and two more for the winter formal of another school all of whom were gorgeous... except for me, of course ;-) ? How much fun did I have when I superimposed Chewbacca, Asuka and Mr. Rogers into one of my dance portraits? How happy I am that I took risks and threw a life-sized mannequin of myself out the second story window? How many people would do that? Sacrifice a little bit of their present so they can have memories forever in the future. How fortunate I was to have friends that saw past my stupid navy blue jacket covered in paint and ugly ass shirts and bad hair, friends who exist to this day who see me for what I'm truly worth. When I look back like this I see how things in the past turned out in the present and I have to say that my life has been pretty sweet. My goodness, I have to be careful. When people write things like this, it ends up being read at their elegy. I’m not dead yet and I don’t think I will be for a while, and that while is plenty of time to experience a lot in life and I’m pretty sure that it won’t be enough time, but I still don’t regret it or get mad at it.
When I used to watch people make mistakes that could make their lives difficult, if not ruin them entirely I used to want to be their knight in shining armor and help them out... instead I end up the fool, the jester instead of being a noble knight. When I embrace this jester persona, life becomes a lot less complicated. People can’t rely on others to catch them when they fall all the time and I don’t like being the one who does the catching... because I ultimately pay for the mistakes that OTHER people make, which is NOT my job. I’ve figured a lot of things out for myself BY myself. Learning from my mistakes and the mistakes I turn into my own mistakes by getting involved in them. Has common sense eluded the masses? Do people see that a hollow and worldly life is vacuous and full of empty promises? Do people want to build houses on a hill that they realize is built on an old garbage dump that’s just given a fresh layer of sod? How many people enjoy living in truth... not self righteousness, but real TRUTH?
...and above all... how the heck am I going to find an ice cream truck for sale?
My roommate’s girlfriend’s birthday is tomorrow and I bought some tequila and margarita mix... and some ice too. I didn’t get enough mix, I’ll have to get some more tomorrow.
I have to make a chart for my paper that’s due tomorrow morning, and I did it right the FIRST time and it took me FOREVER and the teacher friggin wrote all over it and my roommate suggested to me that I white out her writing and photocopy it... it’s so simple and yet... so INGENIOUS. I’m glad I have a roommate that thinks outside the box. Jon rules.
There has come to my mind, a vast number of things that I write down... not here, but elsewhere. I’m not that brash. One thing though, I came to terms with that pastor in training and thoroughly respect the pastor for living what he believes. I look at the people who surround me and I see quite an odd collection. I don’t watch much TV nowadays, but one program I happened to catch was this little documentary/show/thing about bigshots who were geeks in high school and I got to thinking: How lucky I am to have come from a school that didn’t polarize its student body with pointless labels such as ‘jock’ or ‘geek’. Our school was too damn small for that. How blessed I am to have lived such a good life in high school despite being so geeky that I made up my own role playing game and at the same time, have two dates to my own winter formal and two more for the winter formal of another school all of whom were gorgeous... except for me, of course ;-) ? How much fun did I have when I superimposed Chewbacca, Asuka and Mr. Rogers into one of my dance portraits? How happy I am that I took risks and threw a life-sized mannequin of myself out the second story window? How many people would do that? Sacrifice a little bit of their present so they can have memories forever in the future. How fortunate I was to have friends that saw past my stupid navy blue jacket covered in paint and ugly ass shirts and bad hair, friends who exist to this day who see me for what I'm truly worth. When I look back like this I see how things in the past turned out in the present and I have to say that my life has been pretty sweet. My goodness, I have to be careful. When people write things like this, it ends up being read at their elegy. I’m not dead yet and I don’t think I will be for a while, and that while is plenty of time to experience a lot in life and I’m pretty sure that it won’t be enough time, but I still don’t regret it or get mad at it.
When I used to watch people make mistakes that could make their lives difficult, if not ruin them entirely I used to want to be their knight in shining armor and help them out... instead I end up the fool, the jester instead of being a noble knight. When I embrace this jester persona, life becomes a lot less complicated. People can’t rely on others to catch them when they fall all the time and I don’t like being the one who does the catching... because I ultimately pay for the mistakes that OTHER people make, which is NOT my job. I’ve figured a lot of things out for myself BY myself. Learning from my mistakes and the mistakes I turn into my own mistakes by getting involved in them. Has common sense eluded the masses? Do people see that a hollow and worldly life is vacuous and full of empty promises? Do people want to build houses on a hill that they realize is built on an old garbage dump that’s just given a fresh layer of sod? How many people enjoy living in truth... not self righteousness, but real TRUTH?
...and above all... how the heck am I going to find an ice cream truck for sale?