Today

Today is not a good day.
In fact, today is a bad day.

But when I logged in to Blogger, everything was in Spanish.
Maybe things will get better.












When you search "bad day" on google images, this is the fourth result.

I might be a music snob.

Weddings are interesting events. Obviously they're enormous landmarks in life and they're quite lovely in their essential purpose. Unification of two people, commitment that they'll forever love one another.

I don't know whether or not I'll ever find myself married. For now, I'm entirely ok with that. But if I do find myself in that position someday...

I'd like a classical guitarist at my wedding. None of this "here comes the bride" shit. Possibly Bach's Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring or Vivaldi's Guitar Concerto in D Major (Largo, of course).

The universe doesn't care what you believe.

Today I'm thankful for music that brings back memories
and people who open themselves to the world
for those who make me smile
and the joy in my mother's voice
for the moments when I see beauty around me
and a sudden peal of laughter
for my impact on the world
however small
it may be

I could use some inspiration.

I go home soon!
I have SO much happening before then!
(Me = RA
RA = Stressed
Me = Stressed)

Kris, if you still read this, I'll have the constitution done this weekend.

T.G.I.November.

October, thine dark stress hath passed. Thou hast forsaken mine self once and for all. Yon jackanapes doth torment no further, twixt the moonshine and the sun.

In sooth, I doth hope that yon month behold a many splendid adventure and whatnot. Lest mine eyes do deceive mine mind, yonder horizon beeth divine with hope.

Fare thee well, thee spongy puttock.

I am banish-ed.

It happens.

I hate getting in phone fights with my mom.

I would fly. A lot. Everywhere.

There are many homeless people on Fort Street. Such is life.

The other day, there was a homeless guy chillin on Hotel St. with his shopping cart. There was a large metal canister in the front of the cart. Intrigued, I watched him as I waited for the light to turn. The man pulled out a balloon and secured it over the canister. With a push of his thumb, the balloon inflated. After a few seconds, he took the balloon off and tied it shut.

I had already missed a light and was standing still through another one, just watching the man.

He looked at the balloon and let it go. He craned his neck to watch as it rose higher and higher between the buildings. It climbed upward, blowing slightly. The balloon was a mere speck when the man returned his gaze back to earth. He paused for a moment and seemed to sigh.

Then he pulled out a new balloon and did it all again.

He's my new favorite homeless person.