EPTThe pacing of the last couple of weeks is something that I haven't talked about at all. It's actually completely different than my life before just in the way each day feels time-wise. Imagine living in the country with nothing to do most of the day, living a nice, slow, plodding life that's actually extremely pleasant. That's my life right now. A blissful, lackadaisical experience that I just can't help but love.
Days pass slowly, but not in an "Oh God I can't wait until I get out of here" slow. More like... spending an evening with lifelong friends over dinner, then a board game. It takes a long time to get through, but it's almost exclusively enjoyable.
What makes it even better is that, for some reason, my life is still going absolutely beautifully.
In no way could I actually complain about anything and mean it in my present situation.
So, last I posted, I was waking up from an amazingly restful night and about to leave for school. That was... yesterday morning.
After I finished writing, I got up and dressed in some jeans and a black turtle-neck shirt (This proved to be an interesting combination. I was greeted by calls of "Hi Steve Jobs!" the whole day. Too bad, I liked the shirt, too.
).If one recalls, I was in the midst of a bad (And progressively worsening) cold. That was bugging me, and I was really tired from the time I woke up and through the day.
The only eventful thing I remember from the earlier part of the day was in my Civil War class. The teacher was putting up a power point which opened with several slides featuring reasons for and against the legality of the secession.
He skipped over it completely.
This guy.... He glosses over all causes other than slavery, and refuses to discuss whether the south was justified in its decision to leave.
Sigh, maybe I'm just hyper-critical, but it feels like one should discuss that, if even for five minutes. It's important. It helps to show whether or not a war was justified.
Like I said, maybe it's just me, but still....
But then the next hour, which is a World History class, our teacher was a little worried about our class.
Apparently most of the people in the class weren't reading the assigned sections (To be honest, they might have been. They either don't retain any information ever, or they're just dumb). So, he asked how many of us were capable of reading it by ourselves.
Only some of us raised our hands.
It's depressing when someone admits they can't read.
But, those of us who could read were allowed to do so by ourselves. The rest went out in the hall with the teacher, who read to them.
Then, everyone in the "Reading" category finished in five minutes, and just chatted for half an hour.
Then the class ended and I headed off to Pre-Calc.
At this point, I was so fatigued I couldn't keep my eyes open for long. Luckily, fifteen minutes in, almost the whole class was called out by an assembly or something.
Boom, another free class.
Then I went home, took a nap, woke up, played some Minecraft, and fell asleep again.
That day was the most... fortuitous set of circumstances I've found myself in in a long long time. While I was in the worst situation (Sick, tired, and unable to think... at all), I was essentially let off the hook because two classes were basically wiped out of my day.
Whoever's pulling strings with the Man upstairs, I owe him so much. Seriously, just... ridiculous. I cannot fathom the reasoning behind why I've been so blessed these past months. I just don't get it. It's not all perspective, either. Perspective wouldn't have saved me from those classes, or let me do basically what I like for most of my day.
I just don't understand. There's a lot of things we, as people, can't understand, really. We try to rationalize relationships, and miracles, and suchlike, but we can't. We just cannot really... get it. It makes us seem rather small in the universe, but if we think about it, miracles aren't happening elsewhere. It's all here.
Heck, we can't even understand ourselves or the world we've built. Take, for instance, our population. There are 7 billion people right now. That's a huge number. That's a number that no one reading this will ever truly grasp. That number is so great, that there are about 30 million people (At least) typing at the same time as I am.
Let's get even more specific. Every time I finish a word I press spacebar. There are so many people typing at the same time as me, that every time I press this little button right here, 600,000 people press it at the same time I do. Six. Hundred. Thousand.
That is more people than you could ever possibly meet in your lifetime. Not get to know, not have a chat with, meet.
Crazy.
But, this morning was another day (Come on, we take the fact that we're on a giant rock that's spinning at speeds most of us will never reach and there's a giant light emitting globe in the sky that sustains us for granted. That's a miracle within itself.). I woke up and my cold was worse. Even though my congestion was better, I was getting chills and I had developed a cough. At least I can breathe again.
It was another super easy day. Nothing important happened, and I just kind of cruised by.
After school however, I went back into the musical audition process. We went in, read some scenes, sang another song, had a good time. Really, it was just kind of boring. Nothing super interesting occurred.
I walked home and since then I've been lazing around reveling in the feeling of being sick. Not in the physical ailment itself, of course. I'm not quite at masochism yet. I mean the feeling of sitting around and not doing anything (Even though there's nothing to be done), and having a reason for it.
Being able to sit around and relax, and just kind of moan because being sick sucks is awesome. I love it. It's like vomiting. It sucks, but the relief and feeling of the release is fantastic. As long as the symptoms don't override your life, being sick is okay.
That brings me here. I'm sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen, listening to a podcast, and typing out the equivalent of an online journal entry.
I'm taking the time to slowly reorganize files on a bunch of hard drives in different computers and pull out what I want before I go on a deleting spree. I have a lot of good movies, shows, and books lying around here in cyberspace. I should go back to them pretty soon.
For now, however, life is good. I am content, happy, and excited for the future. I pray you all are having a pleasant Talk Like A Pirate Day (Aaaargh).
I thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you got something out of it. Even writing it, I can see it's really long and most of it is boring and I write... funny. If you've read it all the way through I congratulate you, and really do appreciate you taking the time out of your day to read the ramblings of some crazy kid.
I wish you all a good morrow. And with that ladies and gentlemen, I'm out. Have a lovely evening.
