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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In an unusal way of preparing myself for my exam today, I went out with some people from work yesterday night. The "celebration" was to decorate a person's extraordinary ability to be flawless. It was to send off my morning kennel attendant into the sunset, and the event went rather well. I was made fun of as always, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. In the midst of the "partying" I drank one glass of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay and two glasses of a drink called the hawaiian volcano. That "little" volcano consisted of three shots of liquor (I can't remember what kinds) and it was good. I had a good time.

After the little party I went to Caribou to pick up some coffee to keep me up the rest of the night for studying and packing. It worked well and I got everything done. Around 2 in the morning I went to bed. I was convinced that I was ready for today.

And I was. I am technically all done. Bird class next week won't be too difficult. I'm still debating on whether or not to pick up another elective but I fear I am debating too late. It's okay though, I don't think I was planning on taking it anyways. We'll see though.

I have mixed feelings about things right now. I'm in one of those positions where I need to say what's on my mind without letting my words sound like jealousy, tyranny, and anger.... but more like caring and love. That's hard. I think everyone can sympathize with that situation; when your words are only meant to help and not to hurt. Almost reminds me of those stupid emails elaborating on what a good friend really is. You know, the one that will laugh at you when you fall over but help you back up. Same concept, even though the words and actions can appear afflictive, there is heart behind them. I just hope to be understood, because I do care. That is what separates me, from everyone else... No one has my heart.

I am going up North this weekend for the Minnesota fishing opener. You can bet that I will be here to give you the short and skinny on what will be another dreary weekend up North. Have a pleasant friday my friends.

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