spring break
well folks, spring break is winding down slowly. can't say that anything particularly exciting has happened (except for that meteor crashing down on the porsche i just bought and...oh wait just kidding! hehe). i'm not going to complain about the quietness of it because relaxing is really what i needed. i think that, by the time i leave tomorrow, i will have watched 6 movies and a LOT of television (and this is without cable, mind you!). YESSSSSSSS! score one for me!
i went to help out at the track twice, which was alright. i miss some of those girls SO much! talking with jess about muhlenberg today made me soooo desperate to have her on the team with me. just to have a familiar face (not that my current team isn't familiar, but it's not the same). and really- jenn and karen- who WOULDN'T want my dad and mr. farawell to go to another meet for their daughters and cheer them on like the wild men that they are?? i know that i would LOVE to have them around!
with a little encouragement, i decided that i'm going to take a business course next semester. i'm not sure what brought it on, but i suddenly wanted to go the culinary institute again. and i know that i don't want to transfer (nor would i be allowed to), but the thought of owning a restaurant or bakery is just...it gets me so fired up. and i know- i KNOW- that this is something i could do! to validate my father's statement, yes, it is a lucrative business. but i'd like to think that i have the perfect recipe (sorry, i just couldn't resist) for a great chef and manager: i'm sensible but have a flare for the exotic, personable but still have clear-cut boundaries, and a talented baker (sure that's an ego stroke, but you gotta be confident, right?) i don't know...right now my future occupation is floundering, but that's ok. i still have time to make up for lost time.
i spent a couple hours alone with my mom's father yesterday and the long and short of it...well i don't know if i'll ever see him again. i don't know anything about dying of old age, but i think i saw part of it yesterday. he was so- god i can't even think about it. in one of his very few, very brief coherent moments, he said to me "if you wanted to let go, i wouldn't still be here."
i can't think of anything to say after that. sorry to leave on such a sad note...
i went to help out at the track twice, which was alright. i miss some of those girls SO much! talking with jess about muhlenberg today made me soooo desperate to have her on the team with me. just to have a familiar face (not that my current team isn't familiar, but it's not the same). and really- jenn and karen- who WOULDN'T want my dad and mr. farawell to go to another meet for their daughters and cheer them on like the wild men that they are?? i know that i would LOVE to have them around!
with a little encouragement, i decided that i'm going to take a business course next semester. i'm not sure what brought it on, but i suddenly wanted to go the culinary institute again. and i know that i don't want to transfer (nor would i be allowed to), but the thought of owning a restaurant or bakery is just...it gets me so fired up. and i know- i KNOW- that this is something i could do! to validate my father's statement, yes, it is a lucrative business. but i'd like to think that i have the perfect recipe (sorry, i just couldn't resist) for a great chef and manager: i'm sensible but have a flare for the exotic, personable but still have clear-cut boundaries, and a talented baker (sure that's an ego stroke, but you gotta be confident, right?) i don't know...right now my future occupation is floundering, but that's ok. i still have time to make up for lost time.
i spent a couple hours alone with my mom's father yesterday and the long and short of it...well i don't know if i'll ever see him again. i don't know anything about dying of old age, but i think i saw part of it yesterday. he was so- god i can't even think about it. in one of his very few, very brief coherent moments, he said to me "if you wanted to let go, i wouldn't still be here."
i can't think of anything to say after that. sorry to leave on such a sad note...