in the queen's navy

the reason why i have not updated in 10 years. school.
school is busy. i'm only taking 15 credits, but along with all four singing groups i'm in, working 15 hours a week, and preparing for my recital, i don't have time for much else.
speaking of recital, it's Nov. 30 (currently...) at 5 pm in WMC. come. i'm afraid no one will be there.
suprise me.

ryan's was fun last night.

watched a drink.

i'm just chillin at my friend pan's house right now drinking some chocolate and enjoying the glow of the candles on the tabletop.

listening to a discussion on "the rules".

rules. who needs rules?

when you wake up...WAKE UP!

i just lost all confidence.

meanwhile, i'm going to eat cake. chocolate cake. chocolate cake with a red cherry on top.

wonderings

if my deoderant is strong enough for a man, then why is it made for a woman?

if our knees bent the other way, how would we ride a bicycle?

if Jimmy cracks corn, and no one cares, why does he keep doing it?

NOT

You Are Greg Brady

Outta sight! Suave and all American, you tend to be clean cut and upstanding. You're friendly with most people and a huge flirt (sometimes even with family members!).

What Brady Are You?

power

my job at Andrus gives me the opportunity to experience first-hand all the lovely weather systems that traipse up the east coast.

if you are wondering, my job is grass. yes, i'm a lawnboy

from the lightning storms and flooding, oh, and the tornado i saw last week, it gets pretty exciting.

today was the heat. 8:30am and my "safety goggles" are sliding off my face from the profuse sweat. 8:45am and my jeans and bright orange "safety chaps" are soaked through. 8:50am and i have garter snake all over me. (poor guy, he didn't know what hit him. hehehe...i have too much fun with my weedwacker sometimes) 9:00am and the grass is looking purple, the sky has this cool orange glow to it, and i'm starting to feel sick. now i've had those symptoms before, like right before i passed out of heat exhaustion as a 4th grade soccer player. i decided it was time to go inside.

no passing out this time.

i got put on boxes. they give me a razor blade and a pile of boxes and let me have fun. i like boxes. i did that for a while, and was starting to cool off in the shade of the garage when the electricity in yonkers decides to go out. so i spent the rest of the time trying to stay cool as the heat outside, and now inside, continued to climb through the 90s. fun stuff.

it's 10:39pm and 94 degrees.

the power is back on.

i'm going to bed.

requiem for a lamb

mary had a little lamb /
with mint jelly.

thank you.

ua

ever look at some people and think they really should not be wearing under armor?

coincidentally (or not), "ua" is the old irish word for "grandson", which was developed into the the prefix "o" in irish surnames such as o'hara or o'shaughnessy.

interesting.

on a path, at a fork

time passes in moments. moments which, rushing past, define the path of a life, just as surely as they lead toward its end.

how rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making, or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed?

but what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each moment before it passes?

might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life?

and, seeing those choices, choose another path?

thoughts...