A break from a little thing called Homework
Oh how complicated life is- Discovery upon discovery...
Today was one of those awkward days. A day very precisely supported by the pathetic fallacy of Mr. Rain's and Mrs. Sun's continuous quarry. Truthfully, the weather put me in some what of a confused daze which according to my self-knowledge only had one particular cure- alone time with a tinge of stress relieving physical exercise. Now that I mentioned it, I will go on a few kilometre run after finishing the homework to which I will return to after finishing throwing my thoughts into this entry.
At around noon I went to our monthly youth group meeting that takes place every first Sunday of the month. I definitely cannot say that it wasn't a success, but I can say that my disoriented state of mind gave me great difficulty articulating each thought that I meant to express through some form of speech. This inarticulate manner led me to experience a minor case of self-consciousness which partially contributed to my struggle in leading our meeting. In other words, the vocal part of my biological self only permitted me to express myself through vowels. Nevertheless, the meeting went really well due to all of the group members and the awesome presence of the Holy Spirit.
Shortly after the meeting, I returned home only to find out that my dad abandoned my mom in the kitchen by going to home depot. In the meantime, the guests of whom I was totally uninformed of were scheduled to arrive for dinner 2 hours from the moment of discovering my mom's plans which she said that she screamed straight into my face several times as I stared at her quite expressionlessly. So I did what any other kid with a massive load of homework would set out to do- help my mom whip up some fancy dinner. It took us about an hour and a half of mindless cooking to finish what we set out to do; and the result was...I must not say. The meal was actually "I must not say" since I have absolutely no intention of translating it from polaknese.
This amazing show of culinary art originating in the depths of France's Lyon was followed by the return of my pretending to be busy father along with the unexpected apparition of family guests among whom wandered my cousin. YES it was quite a day! He, my brother and I chilled to the point that I dove out of the television room and grabbed hold of my homework which I should be working on right now.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF THE BEGINNING OF A TRUE STORY.
Today was one of those awkward days. A day very precisely supported by the pathetic fallacy of Mr. Rain's and Mrs. Sun's continuous quarry. Truthfully, the weather put me in some what of a confused daze which according to my self-knowledge only had one particular cure- alone time with a tinge of stress relieving physical exercise. Now that I mentioned it, I will go on a few kilometre run after finishing the homework to which I will return to after finishing throwing my thoughts into this entry.
At around noon I went to our monthly youth group meeting that takes place every first Sunday of the month. I definitely cannot say that it wasn't a success, but I can say that my disoriented state of mind gave me great difficulty articulating each thought that I meant to express through some form of speech. This inarticulate manner led me to experience a minor case of self-consciousness which partially contributed to my struggle in leading our meeting. In other words, the vocal part of my biological self only permitted me to express myself through vowels. Nevertheless, the meeting went really well due to all of the group members and the awesome presence of the Holy Spirit.
Shortly after the meeting, I returned home only to find out that my dad abandoned my mom in the kitchen by going to home depot. In the meantime, the guests of whom I was totally uninformed of were scheduled to arrive for dinner 2 hours from the moment of discovering my mom's plans which she said that she screamed straight into my face several times as I stared at her quite expressionlessly. So I did what any other kid with a massive load of homework would set out to do- help my mom whip up some fancy dinner. It took us about an hour and a half of mindless cooking to finish what we set out to do; and the result was...I must not say. The meal was actually "I must not say" since I have absolutely no intention of translating it from polaknese.
This amazing show of culinary art originating in the depths of France's Lyon was followed by the return of my pretending to be busy father along with the unexpected apparition of family guests among whom wandered my cousin. YES it was quite a day! He, my brother and I chilled to the point that I dove out of the television room and grabbed hold of my homework which I should be working on right now.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF THE BEGINNING OF A TRUE STORY.