the same holds true today.
25 December 2011
20 December 2011
Life, Death and a BBQ Sandwich
aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnndddddddd nous sommes back!
goodness, where to begin? i've nearly forgotten how to write for fun. paraphrasing Ms. Annie Connolly "the world needs you to write, Dayton". You're right, Annie. You're right...but not handed. left-handed is all right with me. (see what i did there?).
I've been so wrapped up in the world of academia that i've long abandoned my speck of dust in the vast universe of cyberspace. In summation of the past 8 months or so, allow me to share with you an excerpt of a conversation i shared with Mr. Daniel Bollich (forgive me if it's not verbatim):
Me: "that's your term paper?"
DB: "yeah. it's on the psychology of fans and sports."
Me: "hey that sounds like a fun topic."
DB: "10 pages can take the fun out of anything."
onto the discussion of our title...but first, a little reference. let me, how you say, mis-un-scene:
the fall semester, for me, began with the death of my grandmother; a beautiful woman who gave all her life and love to her family. she lived in a small life, but with great influence and impact on the lives she touched. (more on that in my next entry)
a month or so later, a dear friend of mine, the beautiful Emily Richard, tragically lost her mother; deeply affecting her and her community of friends. now, i didn't know Emily's mom, but to have raised a daughter like Emily, she must have been a beautiful woman.
the following week we (my family and i) discovered that the cancer in my aunt's body had returned aggressively. she died a week later.
and not two weeks later, the mother of my soon-to-be roommate passed away after her bouts with sick.
death is real. and it is not fun. (fun fact: the leading cause of death is life.)
between losses i spent the majority of my time working a l'hotel and reading and evaluating french novels. i didn't go home much. the most i saw of my family was at funerals or wakes.
finding myself in the midst of this whirlwind of death, i naturally began to evaluate life and how i wanted to live it.
what's this all have to do with a BBQ Sandwich?
i like the night. i find that it contains a certain and appealing tranquility. i do most of my driving at night for that reason...and i don't like traffic. the drawback of driving at night is that most restaurants are closed by the time i get hungry. such was the case when i went to visit the folks late one night (stay with me. we're getting closer to the BBQ sandwich).
on that particular night my car needed gasoline. on that particular night i was quite hungry. on that particular night i stopped at the 5-Star Quick Stop in Moss Bluff, LA. on that particular night i ordered a (ready for it?) BBQ pork sandwich from their 24-hour grill.
(why are you still reading this?)
i unwrapped the sandwich (i took it to go) in my parked car in the driveway of my parent's house (i wasn't ready to go inside and it was 2 a.m.). like i said, i like the night. i appreciate it's tranquility. contemplation is rooted in tranquility. and in that tranquility i consumed my BBQ sandwich (have you realized that i really like the word 'tranquility'?). about halfway through, i noticed that the next bite was about to be the best bite of the sandwich. great bun/pork ratio, appropriate juiciness; just great. and so i took the bite. and it was delicious. then i looked at the rest of the sandwich and asked, "now what? now what can you offer me? the best part of you is done. finished." In my arrogance i sat; just finishing it off.
and with that i was snapped back into thinking about life, it's quality and how it's to be lived. you know, because i have all the answers.
i don't.
but i'm here in my mid-20s, looking at everyone around me. watching people take bites out of life.
some knit-pick at the edges, thinking what little they have is safely sufficient and never experience a great bite. some ambitiously or aimlessly bite off more than they chew, just rushing through the sandwich to finish it. some try to meticulously plan exactly when and where they're going to take that perfect bite (sometimes it works, sometimes it all falls out right when they're ready to take it). some are off-put by the texture and don't bother with it at all. some have it taken away before they can fully experience it. and some take it for what it is, and realize that while not every bite is going to be the best, they're still eating a pretty darn good sandwich.
so while you eat your BBQ sandwich, i hope that you can appreciate it in it's entirety. i hope you get a perfect bite. and i hope you finish it worthily.
Peace,
Daytona
“To live without faith, without a patrimony to defend, without a steady struggle for truth, that is not living, but existing.” - Blessed Pier Giorgio Frassati
goodness, where to begin? i've nearly forgotten how to write for fun. paraphrasing Ms. Annie Connolly "the world needs you to write, Dayton". You're right, Annie. You're right...but not handed. left-handed is all right with me. (see what i did there?).
I've been so wrapped up in the world of academia that i've long abandoned my speck of dust in the vast universe of cyberspace. In summation of the past 8 months or so, allow me to share with you an excerpt of a conversation i shared with Mr. Daniel Bollich (forgive me if it's not verbatim):
Me: "that's your term paper?"
DB: "yeah. it's on the psychology of fans and sports."
Me: "hey that sounds like a fun topic."
DB: "10 pages can take the fun out of anything."
onto the discussion of our title...but first, a little reference. let me, how you say, mis-un-scene:
the fall semester, for me, began with the death of my grandmother; a beautiful woman who gave all her life and love to her family. she lived in a small life, but with great influence and impact on the lives she touched. (more on that in my next entry)
a month or so later, a dear friend of mine, the beautiful Emily Richard, tragically lost her mother; deeply affecting her and her community of friends. now, i didn't know Emily's mom, but to have raised a daughter like Emily, she must have been a beautiful woman.
the following week we (my family and i) discovered that the cancer in my aunt's body had returned aggressively. she died a week later.
and not two weeks later, the mother of my soon-to-be roommate passed away after her bouts with sick.
death is real. and it is not fun. (fun fact: the leading cause of death is life.)
between losses i spent the majority of my time working a l'hotel and reading and evaluating french novels. i didn't go home much. the most i saw of my family was at funerals or wakes.
finding myself in the midst of this whirlwind of death, i naturally began to evaluate life and how i wanted to live it.
what's this all have to do with a BBQ Sandwich?
i like the night. i find that it contains a certain and appealing tranquility. i do most of my driving at night for that reason...and i don't like traffic. the drawback of driving at night is that most restaurants are closed by the time i get hungry. such was the case when i went to visit the folks late one night (stay with me. we're getting closer to the BBQ sandwich).
on that particular night my car needed gasoline. on that particular night i was quite hungry. on that particular night i stopped at the 5-Star Quick Stop in Moss Bluff, LA. on that particular night i ordered a (ready for it?) BBQ pork sandwich from their 24-hour grill.
(why are you still reading this?)
i unwrapped the sandwich (i took it to go) in my parked car in the driveway of my parent's house (i wasn't ready to go inside and it was 2 a.m.). like i said, i like the night. i appreciate it's tranquility. contemplation is rooted in tranquility. and in that tranquility i consumed my BBQ sandwich (have you realized that i really like the word 'tranquility'?). about halfway through, i noticed that the next bite was about to be the best bite of the sandwich. great bun/pork ratio, appropriate juiciness; just great. and so i took the bite. and it was delicious. then i looked at the rest of the sandwich and asked, "now what? now what can you offer me? the best part of you is done. finished." In my arrogance i sat; just finishing it off.
and with that i was snapped back into thinking about life, it's quality and how it's to be lived. you know, because i have all the answers.
i don't.
but i'm here in my mid-20s, looking at everyone around me. watching people take bites out of life.
some knit-pick at the edges, thinking what little they have is safely sufficient and never experience a great bite. some ambitiously or aimlessly bite off more than they chew, just rushing through the sandwich to finish it. some try to meticulously plan exactly when and where they're going to take that perfect bite (sometimes it works, sometimes it all falls out right when they're ready to take it). some are off-put by the texture and don't bother with it at all. some have it taken away before they can fully experience it. and some take it for what it is, and realize that while not every bite is going to be the best, they're still eating a pretty darn good sandwich.
so while you eat your BBQ sandwich, i hope that you can appreciate it in it's entirety. i hope you get a perfect bite. and i hope you finish it worthily.
Peace,
Daytona
“To live without faith, without a patrimony to defend, without a steady struggle for truth, that is not living, but existing.” - Blessed Pier Giorgio Frassati
14 March 2011
Run! Run! Run! As fast as you can!
Hey y'all.
Man, it's been a while since i've been able to sit down, chill out and actually type about something enjoyable (yes, that was a shot at you, Madame Bovary (go ahead, keep looking persnickety, see where it gets you).). Uh huh, i just went with the end parentheses-period-end parentheses-period combo. It's been a while since i've done this. go crazy, folks! go crazy!
Life, life, life...it's all about perspective...
I've been working a lot (and by working i mean at work and by a lot i mean standing at a desk and checking my phone every 10 minutes with each glance giving me a painful reminder of my soul being sucked away...speaking of which, have you met my new manager?)
Follow all that, Annie Connolly?
but i digress
somewhere between lot and dementors i meant to note that i worked this past weekend. I enjoy the shift in demeanor on the weekend. Weekends are typically more relaxed. I get to have a little more fun, interact and have dialogs with the guests, let life happen, stuff like that. Why is this significant? Usually over the weekend we'll have some families stay for a night or two. Typically families come with children (it's kinda one of those 'you must be this tall to ride' things...only in this case it'd be one of those 'you must have at least one child to be a family' type thing). With children, comes excitement, wonder (and wander) and a bit of a mischievousness. They're kids...which leads me to the main point of this entry:
Kids like to run...a lot. Most of the kids between ages of 3-12 skip, prance, saunter, jog, sneak and pitter-patter their way around the lobby. Rarely do they walk. They really attack their destination (wherever it may be).
i thought to myself, "does this happen everywhere?" and the more i thought about it, the more i observed, the more i saw that yes, they run everywhere.
I've always thought we can learn a lot from kids. Of course, i also think that we can learn a lot from everyone. But kids have such an exuberance to their makeup. They're energetic, considerate, observant and inquisitive. They're just fun to be around.
And they run
they run
and run.
Why don't adults run everywhere? And by run, i don't mean that 'humph-humph-get-out-of-my-way walk. I'm talking a nice 3/4 speed stride down to the water cooler to get a drink. I'm talking 'hey-let's-race-to-the-library' Erin Garrett type enthusiasm.
Wouldn't that be outstanding?
But at some point throughout our lives we lose that zeal, that passion, that 'joie de vivre' and we blame a myriad of external stimuli instead of looking at the one element we actually have control over: our selves.
(this one's for you, Ty) i believe Katt Williams agrees with me: warning, includes strong language - viewer discretion is advised.
So go for a run. jog around for a little bit. play some tennis (Friday @ 3 - Bourgeois). kick a ball around with some friends. Be active. do something! Studies show social connections and physical activity improve mental health and well-being (of course, so does sex...but i would only recommend that to married couples open to conception).
in closing:
I've heard that we live in a dog-eat-dog world. Kids live in a share-puppies-and-play-with-each-other world.
that was fun.
keep it real,
- Daytona
Man, it's been a while since i've been able to sit down, chill out and actually type about something enjoyable (yes, that was a shot at you, Madame Bovary (go ahead, keep looking persnickety, see where it gets you).). Uh huh, i just went with the end parentheses-period-end parentheses-period combo. It's been a while since i've done this. go crazy, folks! go crazy!
Life, life, life...it's all about perspective...
I've been working a lot (and by working i mean at work and by a lot i mean standing at a desk and checking my phone every 10 minutes with each glance giving me a painful reminder of my soul being sucked away...speaking of which, have you met my new manager?)
Follow all that, Annie Connolly?
but i digress
somewhere between lot and dementors i meant to note that i worked this past weekend. I enjoy the shift in demeanor on the weekend. Weekends are typically more relaxed. I get to have a little more fun, interact and have dialogs with the guests, let life happen, stuff like that. Why is this significant? Usually over the weekend we'll have some families stay for a night or two. Typically families come with children (it's kinda one of those 'you must be this tall to ride' things...only in this case it'd be one of those 'you must have at least one child to be a family' type thing). With children, comes excitement, wonder (and wander) and a bit of a mischievousness. They're kids...which leads me to the main point of this entry:
Kids like to run...a lot. Most of the kids between ages of 3-12 skip, prance, saunter, jog, sneak and pitter-patter their way around the lobby. Rarely do they walk. They really attack their destination (wherever it may be).
i thought to myself, "does this happen everywhere?" and the more i thought about it, the more i observed, the more i saw that yes, they run everywhere.
I've always thought we can learn a lot from kids. Of course, i also think that we can learn a lot from everyone. But kids have such an exuberance to their makeup. They're energetic, considerate, observant and inquisitive. They're just fun to be around.
And they run
they run
and run.
Why don't adults run everywhere? And by run, i don't mean that 'humph-humph-get-out-of-my-way walk. I'm talking a nice 3/4 speed stride down to the water cooler to get a drink. I'm talking 'hey-let's-race-to-the-library' Erin Garrett type enthusiasm.
Wouldn't that be outstanding?
But at some point throughout our lives we lose that zeal, that passion, that 'joie de vivre' and we blame a myriad of external stimuli instead of looking at the one element we actually have control over: our selves.
(this one's for you, Ty) i believe Katt Williams agrees with me: warning, includes strong language - viewer discretion is advised.
So go for a run. jog around for a little bit. play some tennis (Friday @ 3 - Bourgeois). kick a ball around with some friends. Be active. do something! Studies show social connections and physical activity improve mental health and well-being (of course, so does sex...but i would only recommend that to married couples open to conception).
in closing:
I've heard that we live in a dog-eat-dog world. Kids live in a share-puppies-and-play-with-each-other world.
that was fun.
keep it real,
- Daytona
05 February 2011
Until we find our mommy
Last week i went to mass at St. Mary Mother of the Church Roman Catholic Church (or St. Mary's Church, for short). Forgive me for the elongated name, but i was just introduced to 'Pushing Daisies'.
I don't feel like flowery talk or dramatic setups tonight
Toward the end of 'the service', as per usual, the children were invited to grab children's bulletins from Mr. Fr. Priest man. I'm starting to think that they do this more for the entertainment value. Kids are so stinking cute. So as i ogled at the prancing, skipping, running and mischievously wandering children maneuvering their way to and from the sanctuary, i noticed this one little kiddo (about 7 years, 4 months, 17 hours and 42 minutes old) who was standing petrifyingly still...for like 5 seconds, which doesn't seem like a long time, but it is when there is a whirlwind carnival of activity going on around you. Stand perfectly still for five seconds, i dare you. Now do it in the middle of an intersection. okay, don't...but i imagine your senses would be a bit more heightened for the second situation.
So, naturally, all my attention is focused on this kid (probably exactly what he's afraid of)...then i notice his eyes darting back and forth. "oh no," i thought, "he doesn't know where his family is sitting." so he takes a couple of 'is-this-where-i'm-supposed-to-go' steps...peeks around for a little bit, then bolts around the pews to a woman standing in the shadows.
He found his mommy.
.
.
.
Maybe it was because i've been Catholic all my life, maybe it's because i'm a momma's boy, but i love the Blessed Virgin Mary...like, a lot. So seeing that boy run to his mother's arms affected me...like, a lot. Something mysteriously started blurring my vision (maybe it's because i'm a momma's boy). It brought to mind the times i've been lost or scared or heading in the wrong direction and noticed mom, just standing there, waiting for me to love her again.
Catholicism is so beautiful in how we honor our Holy Mother, in that she's an example of openness to God's will in our lives, in that she knows how to suffer and, if for no other reason, she is the mother of God himself.
Your momma loves you.
Peace,
Daytona
I don't feel like flowery talk or dramatic setups tonight
Toward the end of 'the service', as per usual, the children were invited to grab children's bulletins from Mr. Fr. Priest man. I'm starting to think that they do this more for the entertainment value. Kids are so stinking cute. So as i ogled at the prancing, skipping, running and mischievously wandering children maneuvering their way to and from the sanctuary, i noticed this one little kiddo (about 7 years, 4 months, 17 hours and 42 minutes old) who was standing petrifyingly still...for like 5 seconds, which doesn't seem like a long time, but it is when there is a whirlwind carnival of activity going on around you. Stand perfectly still for five seconds, i dare you. Now do it in the middle of an intersection. okay, don't...but i imagine your senses would be a bit more heightened for the second situation.
So, naturally, all my attention is focused on this kid (probably exactly what he's afraid of)...then i notice his eyes darting back and forth. "oh no," i thought, "he doesn't know where his family is sitting." so he takes a couple of 'is-this-where-i'm-supposed-to-go' steps...peeks around for a little bit, then bolts around the pews to a woman standing in the shadows.
He found his mommy.
.
.
.
Maybe it was because i've been Catholic all my life, maybe it's because i'm a momma's boy, but i love the Blessed Virgin Mary...like, a lot. So seeing that boy run to his mother's arms affected me...like, a lot. Something mysteriously started blurring my vision (maybe it's because i'm a momma's boy). It brought to mind the times i've been lost or scared or heading in the wrong direction and noticed mom, just standing there, waiting for me to love her again.
Catholicism is so beautiful in how we honor our Holy Mother, in that she's an example of openness to God's will in our lives, in that she knows how to suffer and, if for no other reason, she is the mother of God himself.
Your momma loves you.
Peace,
Daytona
18 January 2011
Thievery
In principle i disagree with stealing. In some cases it can be entertaining...
After work last night i walked up the stairs to enter my apartment and noticed that i only had one bike leaning against the railing. Normally there are two. Before the story continues i think it to be necessary to give you a back story.
I ride my bike to school. Yes, i'm that guy. But before all you greenpeacers start to pat me on the back, I don't do it to save the planet or because i love trees, sorry (i mean, i do love trees, but generally appreciate them based on their climbability rating). I bike because i live less than 2 miles from campus and am otherwise a fatty (sedentary lifestyle type) and it benefits my health. That's right, it's all about me. As Brian Regan warns, beware of the me monster. (this story ain't nothin'!)
Last, oh, September(ish?, maybe October) i was riding my bike (not my luner rover) to school, as per usual. For reasons beyond my comprehension, i drifted toward the curb, hit the curb, flipped the bike (& flipped over my bike), rolled a couple times and came to rest on the strip of grass between the road and the sidewalk. The (relatively) comfortable landing place was a nice touch, until i sat up, looked around and saw a bus (full of fellow students, no doubt) drive along the other side of the road. Physical comfort momentarily gave way to psychological embarrassment. I check myself, check my bike, and the front wheel was pretty mangled, unridable really...something like this. I'd always intended to fix the bike tire. Instead of fixing it right away i, with the help of the Mr. Drew Lege discount, purchased a new one. So for three(ish) months the other bike has been just chillin' up there, unlocked, vulnerable, neglected (unloved).
...fast forward to last night...
That bike was missing when i returned from work last night. Was i upset? yeah...a little, because my bike was gone...and that's never cool. But i have another bike and i won't need to fix the tires on this one. And...how satisfied will the thief be when they discover (and they no doubt will quickly discover) that they stole a broken bike? To me, that's funny.
So if you see anyone riding around the Lafayette area in a wobbly-wheeled red bike with duct tape handle bars, it's mine...but you can let them have it. they deserve it.
Peace,
Daytona
After work last night i walked up the stairs to enter my apartment and noticed that i only had one bike leaning against the railing. Normally there are two. Before the story continues i think it to be necessary to give you a back story.
I ride my bike to school. Yes, i'm that guy. But before all you greenpeacers start to pat me on the back, I don't do it to save the planet or because i love trees, sorry (i mean, i do love trees, but generally appreciate them based on their climbability rating). I bike because i live less than 2 miles from campus and am otherwise a fatty (sedentary lifestyle type) and it benefits my health. That's right, it's all about me. As Brian Regan warns, beware of the me monster. (this story ain't nothin'!)
Last, oh, September(ish?, maybe October) i was riding my bike (not my luner rover) to school, as per usual. For reasons beyond my comprehension, i drifted toward the curb, hit the curb, flipped the bike (& flipped over my bike), rolled a couple times and came to rest on the strip of grass between the road and the sidewalk. The (relatively) comfortable landing place was a nice touch, until i sat up, looked around and saw a bus (full of fellow students, no doubt) drive along the other side of the road. Physical comfort momentarily gave way to psychological embarrassment. I check myself, check my bike, and the front wheel was pretty mangled, unridable really...something like this. I'd always intended to fix the bike tire. Instead of fixing it right away i, with the help of the Mr. Drew Lege discount, purchased a new one. So for three(ish) months the other bike has been just chillin' up there, unlocked, vulnerable, neglected (unloved).
...fast forward to last night...
That bike was missing when i returned from work last night. Was i upset? yeah...a little, because my bike was gone...and that's never cool. But i have another bike and i won't need to fix the tires on this one. And...how satisfied will the thief be when they discover (and they no doubt will quickly discover) that they stole a broken bike? To me, that's funny.
So if you see anyone riding around the Lafayette area in a wobbly-wheeled red bike with duct tape handle bars, it's mine...but you can let them have it. they deserve it.
Peace,
Daytona
13 January 2011
expectative observation
First day of school, first day of school.
The Spring 2011 semester at UL-L began yesterday. The first day is really for introducing text books, reviewing syllabuses (or syllabi as i prefer) and feeling out (not feeling up) your professors. These events lend themselves perfectly to the keeping of a running diary...
6:44 - I wake up, turn off the alarm, shuffle out of bed, drudge myself into the kitchen and do the sleepy-kid-stank-eye-good-morning-eye-rub to welcome the florescent buzzing of the light. Surprisingly, i slept well for not typically being a morning guy.
6:48 - I pour a bowl of Froot Loo...err...Tootie Fruities...into my new froot loops bowl given to me by my grandmother. Yes. My grandmother gave me a Froot Loops bowl. Two, as a matter of fact. And yes, they ARE awesome.
7:13 - get dressed...a lot.
7:23 - unlock the bike, ride to campus being thankful for the beard and an absolutely gorgeous day. yeah it was about 25 degrees...but it's winter. it's supposed to be.
7:36 - Divine Mercy Chaplet to start the day. Say hey to Jesus, supplicate, all that good stuff.
7:51 - break the ice shelf on the bird bath. throw ice in the air, watch it shatter upon impact. ya know, really mature stuff.
7:53 - trek from wisdom to my first class in Griffin-(dor!)
8:00 - sit down in class (inadvertently in the middle of the unofficial "minority circle"), thus becoming the cream in the ho-ho (or oreo, if you prefer).
**AVERTISSEMENT** please use caution when googling images for ho-hos...
8:15 - contrary to English being in the College of Liberal Arts, i decided this will be a BS class...(get it? Liberal Arts, BA, Bachelor of Arts? eh? eh??)
8: 30 - a joyous conversation with one Kelli Landry; inspired a semester of kick-assery. also ran into the lovely Kristin R.
8:45 - notice an abnormal amount of fur on women's boots. decide i should inform the student government (Annie Connolly) about enforcing some type of anti-arctic legislation.
8:50 - find out my creative writing prof. is a dork and Arkansas fan (unrelated...or are they?)
8:57 - decide that this, too, will be a BS class. wonder what i'm doing here and why.
9:00 - receive syllabus, wonder where and when the concept of the little circles at the bottom of desks developed (why don't we have a more silent way to scoot desks?)
9:18 - quotes from Corey (writing prof.): "I'm a cocky asshole." "Not here? Oh, i had her last semester. She dropped because she was failing. I probably shouldn't tell you that but none of you know Anesha. Yeah she failed."
9:40 - Released from ENGL 223. pine for intellectual stimulation.
9:45 - Meet Kristin (Christin?, Christen?, Kristen?, Cristen?) while waiting for FREN 362 to begin. She just came back from studying abroad...and is captivating. i told her i wouldn't mind studying a broad with her, ehh ohhhh...kidding, kidding (see there's a space there between the A and B, which makes it suggestive. and that's why it's funny). nice girl, though.
10:02 - panic attack comes with the realization of course requirements
10:03 - remember to breathe
10:15 - released from class, will see May Waggoner at noon
10:25 - Walk into Wisdom, embrace Erin Garrett, meet Rebecca (Rebekah?, Rebeccah?, Ribeckuh?) who will be taking the Praxis II Saturday, and chilled out for a moment with big Garrett.
10:43 - Walk to class w/ Annie D. and Kristin R.; talked about how the sidewalk isn't wide enough and how i know them better than they do. (false, btw...or is it?)
10:54 - bathroom break (no trashcan...eh)
10:57 - arrive in an overcrowded class..realize i have the hungry.
11:04 - Alyssaand Bess arrive in class, Bess gives a jolly "hey Dayton!" i compliment her hat.
11:10 - instructor reveals that her name actually means Rainbow-Music Forest (Hung-Chu Lin)
11:20 - we actually have class
11:27 - How'd Bess turn into Cameron??? mind blowing secrecy.
11:36 - Annie C. knew it was me who left the note about boots..
12:00 - trek across campus to see Dr. Wag again. See one Derek Landry sitting there. this'll be fun.
12:08 - laugh at same jokes as two hours ago
1:20 - pick up some Zeus; eat lunch with Aaron Breaux.
2:00 - trek home for a change, go to work until 11
We'll see...
- Daytona.
The Spring 2011 semester at UL-L began yesterday. The first day is really for introducing text books, reviewing syllabuses (or syllabi as i prefer) and feeling out (not feeling up) your professors. These events lend themselves perfectly to the keeping of a running diary...
6:44 - I wake up, turn off the alarm, shuffle out of bed, drudge myself into the kitchen and do the sleepy-kid-stank-eye-good-morning-eye-rub to welcome the florescent buzzing of the light. Surprisingly, i slept well for not typically being a morning guy.
6:48 - I pour a bowl of Froot Loo...err...Tootie Fruities...into my new froot loops bowl given to me by my grandmother. Yes. My grandmother gave me a Froot Loops bowl. Two, as a matter of fact. And yes, they ARE awesome.
7:13 - get dressed...a lot.
7:23 - unlock the bike, ride to campus being thankful for the beard and an absolutely gorgeous day. yeah it was about 25 degrees...but it's winter. it's supposed to be.
7:36 - Divine Mercy Chaplet to start the day. Say hey to Jesus, supplicate, all that good stuff.
7:51 - break the ice shelf on the bird bath. throw ice in the air, watch it shatter upon impact. ya know, really mature stuff.
7:53 - trek from wisdom to my first class in Griffin-(dor!)
8:00 - sit down in class (inadvertently in the middle of the unofficial "minority circle"), thus becoming the cream in the ho-ho (or oreo, if you prefer).
**AVERTISSEMENT** please use caution when googling images for ho-hos...
8:15 - contrary to English being in the College of Liberal Arts, i decided this will be a BS class...(get it? Liberal Arts, BA, Bachelor of Arts? eh? eh??)
8: 30 - a joyous conversation with one Kelli Landry; inspired a semester of kick-assery. also ran into the lovely Kristin R.
8:45 - notice an abnormal amount of fur on women's boots. decide i should inform the student government (Annie Connolly) about enforcing some type of anti-arctic legislation.
8:50 - find out my creative writing prof. is a dork and Arkansas fan (unrelated...or are they?)
8:57 - decide that this, too, will be a BS class. wonder what i'm doing here and why.
9:00 - receive syllabus, wonder where and when the concept of the little circles at the bottom of desks developed (why don't we have a more silent way to scoot desks?)
9:18 - quotes from Corey (writing prof.): "I'm a cocky asshole." "Not here? Oh, i had her last semester. She dropped because she was failing. I probably shouldn't tell you that but none of you know Anesha. Yeah she failed."
9:40 - Released from ENGL 223. pine for intellectual stimulation.
9:45 - Meet Kristin (Christin?, Christen?, Kristen?, Cristen?) while waiting for FREN 362 to begin. She just came back from studying abroad...and is captivating. i told her i wouldn't mind studying a broad with her, ehh ohhhh...kidding, kidding (see there's a space there between the A and B, which makes it suggestive. and that's why it's funny). nice girl, though.
10:02 - panic attack comes with the realization of course requirements
10:03 - remember to breathe
10:15 - released from class, will see May Waggoner at noon
10:25 - Walk into Wisdom, embrace Erin Garrett, meet Rebecca (Rebekah?, Rebeccah?, Ribeckuh?) who will be taking the Praxis II Saturday, and chilled out for a moment with big Garrett.
10:43 - Walk to class w/ Annie D. and Kristin R.; talked about how the sidewalk isn't wide enough and how i know them better than they do. (false, btw...or is it?)
10:54 - bathroom break (no trashcan...eh)
10:57 - arrive in an overcrowded class..realize i have the hungry.
11:04 - Alyssaand Bess arrive in class, Bess gives a jolly "hey Dayton!" i compliment her hat.
11:10 - instructor reveals that her name actually means Rainbow-Music Forest (Hung-Chu Lin)
11:20 - we actually have class
11:27 - How'd Bess turn into Cameron??? mind blowing secrecy.
11:36 - Annie C. knew it was me who left the note about boots..
12:00 - trek across campus to see Dr. Wag again. See one Derek Landry sitting there. this'll be fun.
12:08 - laugh at same jokes as two hours ago
1:20 - pick up some Zeus; eat lunch with Aaron Breaux.
2:00 - trek home for a change, go to work until 11
We'll see...
- Daytona.
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