Sunday, September 26, 2004
A man, a blog, Panamal!
I've hung out with people this weekend who have said, and I quote, "I check your blog everyday at work and I get pissed when you don't update."
Those sound like fightin' words.
So I am resolving to actually try to update my blog daily. Oh yeah. I'm sure this will last pretty long, just like me quitting smoking.
But I think this is a little easier then quitting smoking. Because I incessantly rant all the time anyway.
This weekend I went bowling with Joel, Jason and Lumi out in Cranberry. I had no idea that Cranberry was that far away from Pittsburgh. Quite a commute. As bad as mine, if not worse. I didn't even break 100 bowling. But like everytime I go bowling, it was a good time, because bowling is only have the battle: You get to bullshit, drink and smoke. And it feels like you're doing something more then hanging out. It feels like you're bowling.
Before bowling we grabbed dinner at Jason's favorite place: Cranberry Applebee's. Don't make fun of him. Its actually quite the Applebees. I got so full I couldn't really drink. This "less filling" argument is starting to make sense to me. The meal was fantastic, as was the company. We bashed a certain professor who's calling in life is to "power up" on hoagies instead of lecture.
Sunday was that day of chores: Working out. Groceries. Cleaning. Dishes. Beer shits. The typical sunday.
Later in the evening, I hung out with Erin and Lisa, and we watched Lilo and Stich. Apparently, I'm missing a major drama fest now that I'm out of school. Which brings me to my next subject:
I'm out of school. I'm paying off Pitt. I have a good, steady job. A good set of friends. A nice place.
I am comfortable. I am content but not complete.
And this leads me to thinking. Which is why I haven't posted that much. I've been thinking. Its kind of a calm before the storm, its double checking to make sure the lightbulb in the thinking cap is screwed in, but I've been thinking about things.
Here's a few:
"In the end, will you wipe him when he's done?"
A question posed by one of the older employee's at work. Its the question she asks any girl in her church before they get married. Because you never know. Tragedy strikes. Sometimes it strikes our loved ones. And that doesn't change anything, or its not supposed to, but how do you really know? Think about the most loved person in your life a vegetable. Having to take care of that vegatable. The spark in the eyes gone. They're not brillant at breakfast, witty or sarcastic to the news, they can't even remark about the weather.
All you have to live for is remembering good times.
Its fucking scary and its a terrible downer. And I'm blogging about it for a monday morning. But its thoughts like that which stick with you when there's accidents on the parkway two days in a row. Bumper to Bumper traffic, everyone pissed off and rushing, because somebody had to be stupid and get themselves killed on the way home from work. Or maybe not kill. I don't know for sure if the accidents were fatal. I didn't stick around. I pulled off to the nearest restaurant and just waited out traffic.
My friend casper said it best about situations like that, "You feel like a gold fish stuck in a toilet bowl."
I hate that feeling. I imagine everyone else does, too.
But where I'm at in life right now involves a lot of thought. Because as John Lennon said, "Life is what happens while you are making plans." And things may not turn out the way we plan. So I'm thinking about options. Choices. Oppertunities. That kind of thing.
I want to do whatever it is in my power not to squander this precious gift of life which I've been given.
I want to make each kiss as unique as a snowflake.
I want to make each smile shine bright like a sunrise.
I want to be there for my friends when it counts. No matter the cost.
I want to understand others before i open my mouth to try and teach.
I want to feel my lover's breath on the back of my neck, first thing in the morning.
I want to live in the now as much as I plan for the future.
Sometimes it takes an accident of action to remind us to wake up when we're asleep at the wheel while we're speeding down this road of life. That its more about the route we take then our bearings or blessings. The magical detours are as part of it as the main drags. The destination's all the same, really. So be sure to enjoy the ride.
On average we only live 27,000 days. Sound short? Its because it is.
Carpe Diem, reader and friend. Carpe Diem.
Those sound like fightin' words.
So I am resolving to actually try to update my blog daily. Oh yeah. I'm sure this will last pretty long, just like me quitting smoking.
But I think this is a little easier then quitting smoking. Because I incessantly rant all the time anyway.
This weekend I went bowling with Joel, Jason and Lumi out in Cranberry. I had no idea that Cranberry was that far away from Pittsburgh. Quite a commute. As bad as mine, if not worse. I didn't even break 100 bowling. But like everytime I go bowling, it was a good time, because bowling is only have the battle: You get to bullshit, drink and smoke. And it feels like you're doing something more then hanging out. It feels like you're bowling.
Before bowling we grabbed dinner at Jason's favorite place: Cranberry Applebee's. Don't make fun of him. Its actually quite the Applebees. I got so full I couldn't really drink. This "less filling" argument is starting to make sense to me. The meal was fantastic, as was the company. We bashed a certain professor who's calling in life is to "power up" on hoagies instead of lecture.
Sunday was that day of chores: Working out. Groceries. Cleaning. Dishes. Beer shits. The typical sunday.
Later in the evening, I hung out with Erin and Lisa, and we watched Lilo and Stich. Apparently, I'm missing a major drama fest now that I'm out of school. Which brings me to my next subject:
I'm out of school. I'm paying off Pitt. I have a good, steady job. A good set of friends. A nice place.
I am comfortable. I am content but not complete.
And this leads me to thinking. Which is why I haven't posted that much. I've been thinking. Its kind of a calm before the storm, its double checking to make sure the lightbulb in the thinking cap is screwed in, but I've been thinking about things.
Here's a few:
"In the end, will you wipe him when he's done?"
A question posed by one of the older employee's at work. Its the question she asks any girl in her church before they get married. Because you never know. Tragedy strikes. Sometimes it strikes our loved ones. And that doesn't change anything, or its not supposed to, but how do you really know? Think about the most loved person in your life a vegetable. Having to take care of that vegatable. The spark in the eyes gone. They're not brillant at breakfast, witty or sarcastic to the news, they can't even remark about the weather.
All you have to live for is remembering good times.
Its fucking scary and its a terrible downer. And I'm blogging about it for a monday morning. But its thoughts like that which stick with you when there's accidents on the parkway two days in a row. Bumper to Bumper traffic, everyone pissed off and rushing, because somebody had to be stupid and get themselves killed on the way home from work. Or maybe not kill. I don't know for sure if the accidents were fatal. I didn't stick around. I pulled off to the nearest restaurant and just waited out traffic.
My friend casper said it best about situations like that, "You feel like a gold fish stuck in a toilet bowl."
I hate that feeling. I imagine everyone else does, too.
But where I'm at in life right now involves a lot of thought. Because as John Lennon said, "Life is what happens while you are making plans." And things may not turn out the way we plan. So I'm thinking about options. Choices. Oppertunities. That kind of thing.
I want to do whatever it is in my power not to squander this precious gift of life which I've been given.
I want to make each kiss as unique as a snowflake.
I want to make each smile shine bright like a sunrise.
I want to be there for my friends when it counts. No matter the cost.
I want to understand others before i open my mouth to try and teach.
I want to feel my lover's breath on the back of my neck, first thing in the morning.
I want to live in the now as much as I plan for the future.
Sometimes it takes an accident of action to remind us to wake up when we're asleep at the wheel while we're speeding down this road of life. That its more about the route we take then our bearings or blessings. The magical detours are as part of it as the main drags. The destination's all the same, really. So be sure to enjoy the ride.
On average we only live 27,000 days. Sound short? Its because it is.
Carpe Diem, reader and friend. Carpe Diem.
