Tomorrow

I’m sick of thinking about tomorrow, I’m tired of grinding about what my next move is, where I will be, who will be around, what mistakes I need to avoid so I can be successful. What a waste of time, especially this time of year.  Christmas break is a great break because you’re not home for an extended weekend (Thanksgiving break) and there are TWO holidays.  Let’s be honest, when you were little everything was building up to Christmas, the shopping, presents arriving in the mail, baking cookies, and decorating the tree.  Then Christmas begins and ends before you get to wrap your head around the amount of toys you got that morning.  The next two days are scheduled for toy playing and video game domination, I was always allowed unlimited hours on the Nintendo the two days after Christmas.  Much better than the two hours given to me on a regular day, that’s barely enough time to load the game and get a good session in. My N64 is, to date, the best Christmas present I have received over my 20 year career.  I actually opened Mario Kart 64 before I opened the console; boy that whole day was A.W.E.S.O.M.E.  So after those two days we all got depressed because the Christmas buzz wore off, but then we realized New Years Eve was a couple of days away and it was the holiday spirit all over again. 

My family leaves for New York tomorrow, a trip we always make for Christmas to spend time with my mom’s side of the family.  I have this tendency to think about what we are doing next, we could be opening presents and I’m thinking about what we are going to do for lunch.  Before I know it the trip is over and I feel somewhat unsatisfied, like I didn’t get everything out of the trip.  Not this year, I’m going to enjoy every present opening, cookie eating, meal eating, drink drinking, church…churching, and family talking opportunity that comes my way.  Living in the now, the present, so I can enjoy my Christmas. 

Merry Christmas to everybody (all 40 of you)

Rambling

To be honest I don’t have any idea why I have a blog, I’m not a writer, I don’t want to be a writer, in fact, my major doesn’t even require me to take College Writing II.  Don’t ask me why, it’s not like we engineers are writing three page papers every week, citing sources, and putting together bibliographies so we don’t get accused of plagiarizing.  The only source citing I do is “Table A-17” (the table for ideal-gas properties of air), like you care….and when I say “you” I’m probably talking to three people.  However my last blog got 30 hits, couple more and I’ll be selling Google advertisements and making enough money to put my future kids through college, all 8 of them.  I exaggerated there for humor, I really only want 3.  I’ve been listening to a lot of rap lately mostly Eminem and Na Palm with a pinch of Lil Wayne and Kanye West.  For some reason I think I can rap along with Eminem and if somebody were to watch me I would be making a fool of myself.  Never been a big rap fan and I’m still not but listening to the lyrics you begin to realize how brilliant these guys are, especially when they rap at a blazing lyrical rate.  I want a Mad Men wardrobe for Christmas, maybe a little more updated:

3 tailored suits, 2 coats/jackets, 10 tailored dress shirts (2 white, the rest different colors), 5 tailored pants/slacks, 4 pairs of dress shoes, a slew of ties, a handful of cuff links, good selection of belts, more socks than I know what to do with (but no navy blue socks, do you know how hard it is to distinguish black from navy blue?).

If I were to have this wardrobe I would want a full time laundry lady who washes everything after one use and irons it all too.  I despise laundry, it takes a lot of time and you have to be extra careful with the delicate stuff because nothing is worse than ruining a freshly updated wardrobe via washer and dryer.  When I think of Heaven I see an endless amount of socks (preferably no-show black socks), the feeling you get when you put on a new pair is equivalent to walking on a cloud.  Heaven will also have wood floors too (along with the gold streets) so we can slide around in our new socks.  I don’t know how to segway into the next sentence so I’m jumping in head first…comments on the internet are ridiculous, stupid, a waste of time to read, reek of arrogance, self centered, fact-less, heartless, pointless, irrelevant, and spam-filled.  Nothing is good enough, something is always better, somebody posted first, second, third ect.  What are we coming to? There’s no way to monitor it all, we will end up teaching it in school instead of home ec, but then mothers (and fathers (didn’t want to be sexist)) don’t know how to cook, so families go to McDonalds for dinner five times a week leading to obesity being the number one killer in America.  All thanks to those “wise” people posting comments on the internet.   

Understand that this post is nothing but me writing off the top of my head, so if it’s choppy, doesn’t make sense, contains a lot of commas…don’t hate.