Skating on Hot Ice.

Hey there you, little miss thang,

This transition from classes being almost over to over-over is, indeed, an interesting one. I think perhaps the most visible phenomena being the array of different reactions to the impending close of yet another chapter in your College Reader's Digest Collection. These reactions run the gamut from trepidation to excitement, but often I find myself wondering why, I, the famous (not actually famous) author, are completely bereft of almost any emotion towards it what-so-ever. Lately it truly seems like the only reaction I have to to the progression of time is a refraction of others behaviors. Yesterday, I too, found myself mired in the middle tracks of a "Clap your hands and say yeah", album trying to figure out what everyone saw in it. Believe me, that is not somewhere you want to be.

I suppose this too will pass, after all your talking to the man that, after some of the most pivotal epiphanies in his life, went straight to a four hour binge of Tekken and subsequently forgot that Ezra Pound ever existed. Which, by the way, is something I recommend to everyone.
(I'll leave the Pound joke juxtaposed with a fighting game reference to your imagination).

As immune as it would seem I am to my own reactions ytd it also, conversely I think, makes me hyper aware of everyone else's. These I don't seem to understand. I can't seem to drive home for myself people's investment in the future. For instance: "Panama City: 7 more days!!" While I, of course, am no stranger to sunning and funning , I guess maybe I'm too invested in the now. Tuesday's can be more fun than an entire week spent Mediterraneaning- circumstances pending.

"But Andrew, I'm just looking forward to spending times with friends, is there anything so wrong with that?"..............Nice question reader. I understand that comment. Really I do. Some of my best friends, as I understand it, enjoy spending time with me. But to that I say, just make sure your getting the worth out of every moment. Don't lose today for tomorrow. Tomorrow probably will closely resemble Today, I mean you'll be there anyway. After all, almost inevitably* tomorrow will turn into a today.

Yes that's right, They still play "Adventures of Pluto Nash," in the Bahamas as well.


Well, that being said that about does 'er for today. Concise (laziness) was the goal today. Hey, I don't have to savor the day. That's for you. I'll see you guys at the TNG Convention.

Cheers,
Andrew J-Free



* I will allow for the possibility of tomorrow to be stored/twisted or perverted. Your not the only one to see the Matrix.