today. . .

I find it strange how poetic this night is. It's strange how much things can change, but even when everything is different the songs you listen to, and the books you read, and the movies you watch still mean the exact same thing to you that they did when you first encountered them.

But it's bigger somehow. It's like when you first experience something, you throw a rock into a pond. And the ripples start off small. And they grow and grow and grow. And even by just looking at one ripple, you instantly remember what it was like when you threw the stone into that pond, but it's bigger. It's not just a tiny splash, it's a ripple that is now covering a huge area.

Anyway, today I was looking around, and all I could see was ripples. I remembered all the things that make life wonderful. I remembered all the play productions and choir concerts, the nights at the dairy queen, and the off hours filled with Mario Kart and Aqua. I remembered all the things that make me, me. And it was nice to remember those things today.

It's weird to think that even as I look at these ripples, I'm throwing more rocks into the water.

The story of my life. . .

Once upon a time,
there was a boy named Jim.

One day, it was a Tuesday I believe, Jim arose from bed and went to his visual art class where he was instructed to take a test. This test took thirty minutes. Then Jim was allowed to leave. This meant that on this particular morning Jim got out of class 45 minutes early.

Once Jim returned to his dormitory, he got breakfast, and the woman serving the breakfast said that James was a very nice name. He said "thank you very much," and returned to his room.

Upon arrival to his humble abode, Jim checked his email and received this message from the T.A. of his history class:

CLASS CANCELLED TODAY, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 9TH AT 2:00pm.

Jim then commenced to party like a rockstar for the rest of the day.


The End.