No Training Wheels

As stated in the title, today is a day of liberation, testing, self-recognition, lonesome trial, and the like. Tonight's entry will be brief. I have been busy lately and my schedule has been escalating, so I apologies for shortened entries and lack of availability. In fact, I have work left to do but have chosen to save it for later both to prevent me from spending hours on this entry and to get it out of the way. I hold true to my commitment, posting an entry for every day, and I do everything in my power to hold true. My apologies if you're an avid follower and have been disappointed by recent entries. (by the way, doesn't "My apologies" sound a hundred times more sophisticated than "Sorry." almost makes it sound genuine.. but seriously, I do have some feelings of mild sorrowful guilt for you guys.)

Anyway.. let's be quick. I still have to read ten more pages of Huckleberry Finn, analyze Jim's character, and be ready for a test tomorrow. Sixteen chapters to be tested on, so thing's won't be too picky as for recall. "Analysis," as Vilarino called it a few hours ago.

Today was nice. High: Finding out I have a 107 in PreCalculus. Probably one of my best percentages for a class ever. A full 29/27 points on the marking period. That's what happens when you're on Holy Spirit Autopilot, though. I swear I had no idea what to do on the test until I decided to "cheat" off God. I basically just asked him to do it for me, and he pretty much did. It's like living with training wheels. Guaranteed no-fall as long as you've got a little faith. So yeah.. that was an incredible feat on his part. Not getting a perfect score on a "Surprise Homework Quiz," but doing it with my mind of all things. Probably not the most highly used of machinery.. but well-designed and if you get the right guy behind the wheel, things like you just saw happen.

Low: Some kind of confrontation. I won't really get into details but I feel someone over-reacted, and being on my own without any backup, it tested my mettle to hold my own and be completely honest. I wasn't going to lie and tell him what he wanted to hear, no matter how many times he asked for it. For better or for worse, honesty is the best policy.

I'm home alone.. if anyone wants to break in and rob the house of me. The doors are supposed to be locked. I'll check that out later.. before I go to sleep. What if a guy were to break in? What if he were to have a gun? That'd be fun.. and look great on college applications. Great essay material as well. Not to mention what you guys would see of it tomorrow. That'd be sick. My beast mode would take care of the rest.. of course. Don't you worry about it.

I legit got close to twenty college letters today. They just have no idea how to leave a guy alone.

Grades still haven't shown up. I want them to. For closure's sake if nothing else. I feel like they will be decent, but not the best things you've ever seen.

Huckleberry Finn beckons.. I hold out for you guys. I hope you know what a spiritual toll this takes on me. It's like refusing yourself communication with a lover. I love the book, the author, the experience, the thought, the time period.. I won't bore you with the rest. But I legitimately just had an impulse to throw this laptop across the living room, watch it shatter, then dive right back into this book. I don't know if I've said anything incriminating against it because it's technically homework, but most of that is in jest. I don't know if I've honestly said anything negative on here since I began to write.. but wait, hold on. There was that one day when everything was negative. Missed opportunities, anybody remember? I sure got intense that night.

Also, there was time with dad tonight. Wesley's spending the night with him now. Poor kid, lucky kid. He's gotta wake up before 6:00 to get over here on time, and then I don't know if he's got it in him to go back to sleep. Almost too much of a rule-follower that one is. He's lucky though, because he gets to spend some quality time with Dad. That's good for him, you know?

We went from the house to the hospital, from the front door to the cafeteria, from the cafeteria to the elevator, from the elevator to the fifth floor to take a look down (6th floor [top floor] is for famous celebs and pregnant mothers), then from the fifth floor to the first floor to check out the various rooms: operating hall, anesthesiologist office, photocopier room, and then the place where the anesthesiologists hang out. Dad's work in a nutshell.

Then we went home.

Then I got out of the car.

Then solitude drove me both insane and exhilarated, both liberated and enslaved, coming face-to-face, mono-a-mono, with myself is a scary thing. I don't wish that upon anyone. I did make the most epic music and coolest spontaneous noises with the piano I've ever made though. I guess I got into the character of the mad scientist who's wife is his organ. Poor Gimli, good thing he can't understand English. The things I've been talking to him about.. well, they'd bore or horrify just about anyone. He's so chill. Never flips out at anything I say.

And there I go being crazy again. Of course Gimli flips out when I say the word "Walk!" 

So, welcome to the pit of my insanity. It's bizarre you keep coming back every night.

Even when I don't paste it to Facebook.

So.. good night to y'all. Hello to Huck Finn!