From the fragrance of three hours' sleep to my golf ineptitude, it was a fairly fulfilling and satisfying day. Peaks: Finished Harry Potter.. man, I started reading those books when I was six. Sentimental nostalgia overwhelming. I grew up with my boy Danny Radcliffe. He was like an older brother sometimes, but only when he was in his character. The books have kinda always been there for me, a distraction when I need them most. Those specifics are best left unlisted. But it was a close I was finally done with putting off, and it felt good and sad to see it go. Like I just said a few minutes ago on Facebook, "Part of me wants to go back and reread them all again.. the other is too scared to face the pain again." I think I will. I really want to at least. It's hard to read in the midst of school.
I had a great time with my brothers and dad today as well. I don't know how much is carny fun, but it was a good time nonetheless. We headed out of the house around 11:00, we went to Dunkin' Donuts, registered Wesley for track, and headed over for haircuts. A three and a two turned out to be much different than I remember it being -- as would explain my initial jolt when my hair was suddenly in buzz formation. Oh well, it still looks pretty slick. I mean it's me, how could it look bad? Am I right?
Then, to bring me back to Earth if nothing else, we headed to the driving range. Now, I can't swing a club for my life. For each ball I hit, there were probably three or four missed attempts. Swung right over the ball. Right inside the ball. Even hit the ground once or twice. Brutal.
I did hit one or two nice balls as entirely a stroke of luck. No pun intended? I don't even know golf, but that didn't stop me from hitting a ball or two past the two-hundred yard mark. Not exactly astounding, but competent nonetheless. I was impressed. It's all in the club. Did that just make me Captain Obvious? I have no clue.
Well, then we headed over to McDonald's.. Maybe that was before. I really don't know. But I downed two Big Macs, a small fry, and a medium shamrock shake. When it's two big macs for four dollars, why not? I believe this amounted to about 1745 calories of lunch. Not bad, if I do say so myself. My tumbly was happy yet again. I think there might have even been some nutrition in there somewhere too. That would definitely be a pro. Did you know that there's 25 grams of protein per Big Mac? And I had protein shake in the car.. so that adds up to 85 grams of protein total within a few hours? Sufficient.
We also spent about three hours at the Livingston Mall. I had a good time browsing books, playing with toys, checking out random clothes, and just basically chilling out. I gained some valuable insight upon college life, standardized testing, and all that other stuff that won't ever matter in the kingdom of heaven. But oh well, it was humorous and a delightful read. That's what's going to count someday.
I'm tired. And it's only 9:53. But I did fall asleep three hours before 9:30 AM. That's going to convict me in a domestic court of law someday, most likely tomorrow. But until then, this is my honest testimony. Solid evidence. Self-incrimination. I'm all for that if it's done in truth. A lover of justice, that I am. Mercy and graciousness falls first though.. keep that in mind, oh you critical readers.
Have you ever noticed that the shorter days sometimes have more content? I feel like that's a definite possibility. I also feel like that's one of life's mysteries. Something I'll never understand while I pace this Earth. But things will finally be clarified in heaven, won't they?
Kudos: Josh Burks.. gave me the jawdrop of my day, I would never want to find that monster up against me in a wrestling ring. He'd flip me over my head and break my neck, or some other crazy trick like that. He'd mess me up. For real. Not to mention that although he's like a ferocious Tasmanian devil in the ring, he's one of the sweetest and chillest kids you'll ever meet. Really got his act together. Thoroughly impressive. Especially for his age. Wish I could call him my protege. Wish I was half worthy of that title.
Amy and Bobby Burks.. preparing my birthday party this month and posting that video. My life may never be the same. It certainly wouldn't be without their undying sense of loving service, friendship, counsel, humor, and motivational inspiration throughout all the aspects of my life. Diehard supporters, those ones are. The kind you can't really find anywhere else. Appreciate them to death.
Again to Sarah, for taking the time to comment on my Facebook link. The one place I really don't mind direct feedback to my journal updates. You're welcome by the way. And thank you. Both. You have both my apologies and my congratulations for showing up in back-to-back journal entries though.
And to the rest of the world, to the diehard Russians who don't understand a word I say, and to the lone Ethiopian who might just be a Heye, I bid thee a most fond farewell. One this world could not possibly fathom nor duplicate. A possession of my mind, of my soul, and of my utmost ability: Goodbye, dearest friends.
Until tomorrow.
Hasta la vista, baby.
Edit:
The definition of "Bittersugar:"
(noun) The essence, being, or fabrics of anything that evokes bittersweet responsive emotion.
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