May 31st. What’s so special about this day? Nothing really. It’s just the last day of May and almost the beginning of June. As I am writing this, it is in fact the 1st of June. I like to write about the past though so it’s ok. Technically a late diary entry. So, I’ve given you a date. Now I give you what happened on this specific date. In a nutshell, I woke up and now I’m writingtyping my first blog post.
In a somewhat larger nutshell though, I woke up at 10:17 am. I got up with my throat killing me and had breakfast. Brownies and water. I then went to watch T.V. Strangely enough, I was watching the family channel. I didn’t have a remote to change the channel, so I didn’t and ended up watching Pinocchio the movie (not the cartoon). After watching the movie, I went to Tisdall Park to play some Pick Up Ultimate (PUU for short, I made that up) which was organized by the fabulous Amy Luo. Really, I appreciate her for organizing that. Afterwards, I went to Natasha’s “Sweet Sixteen” birthday party. I was pretty late. Now I’m home writing…damn it…typing my first blog post.
So yeah, that was my day. Somehow, that reminds me of how I had an argument a discussion with a friend *cough*Natasha*cough* about opinions. What was discussed? Nothing really, just how every person will judge based upon what they see and make an opinion. Regardless though, if the judged person is a stranger, most people will shrug it off and think nothing of it after the first second or so. Which really makes me think: Why do people get embarrassed if observers just forget really quickly? I frankly have no definite answer to that.
Another thing. I met about thirty or more people today. I realized how often we come in contact with friends of friends, and how often we really keep in touch after meeting them. Out of the thirty or so people, I might only end up keeping in touch with…two or three. Possibly even just one. I’ll probably end up seeing maybe half the thirty a couple more times. I wonder how many I shall keep in touch with in the end.
In the end, I realized how odd my day has been. What 17 year old guy watches family? Why did I think these things? Why is “sweet sixteen” called “sweet sixteen”? Why do I have so many thoughts? How the hell do you define a best friend? That came out of the blue…somewhat