Cold

A ripple for every moment

Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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I am doing a research project on whether or not revaccination is harmful to pets. The idea of it is rather black and white, hence my lack of color. I'm going to attempt to research it by investigating the coorelation between vaccination and vaccine-associated sarcomas and try to prove that if unvaccinated for long periods of time the antigen titer levels drop. If this sounds like a different language, well it is, except for your friendly companion at home. That is if your companion is friendly. Maybe they are just scared, scared you're going to poke them one too many times with a needle.

Life is more or less going good for once. I still think and wonder about things but their relevance decreases every day. I just realize that you know... I'm a cool kid. My thoughts/feelings about people are out in the open. or at least most of them. Whatever happens with my life in these parts of my life are now out of my control. I now wonder if this gives me a certain advantage. For instance, back in the day when I dated Emily, I felt like I received looks from other girls. Albeit, that was back... back in the day. After our relationship ended, the looks disappeared. Now for some reason they have come back. I wonder if I carry myself better, appear more confident, or have some sort of rekindled fire in my eyes. Its just that... strange girls will just come up and provoke a conversation. This hasn't happened ever, so I feel like something has changed with my air, my "bubble," or my forcefield (or weakened one that is). Whatever it is, it just feels good to be free of a weight which was once on my heart. And whatever that weight floating out somewhere in the air does, it does because that is what it was meant to do.

I've got a long to-do list. I made it in micro lecture today. It was crazy-long. I wanted all on its contents done by tomorrow night. This will be a feat but I think I can do it. Tonight U of M girls basketball reconvenes. We will play Duke and KICK THEIR BUTT! One of these nights I plan to pass Max Unlimited on Doubles Mode Heavy. I've got the speed, I've got the leg power... the question is whether or not I have the energy. It's tough getting old. I have one class left and then it is straight home to watch the remainder of the game. I hope to finish my workshop draft for this research paper tonight. This would take a big load off for tomorrow. I could do some manager work tomorrow and possibly expand my paper.

Well, I'm running low on post content. I really don't have much to say. I really hope to play some basketball tomorrow night over at St. Thomas with Alex. That would be some great fun. We shall see what happens. Until then, I wish you all a good night. Adios!

There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
~Albert Schweitzer (Thanks to Alex for the Quote, it summarizes my life well presently)

Note to self: WRITE MORE POETRY!

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