It's funny how easy it is for kids to decide things sometimes.
I'm not talking about big decisions or anything, but just to work on assumptions that fit their perceptions of the world around them and invest themselves into those decisions with no reservations.
At least that's how I was as a kid.
I'm thinking of a couple of examples, but one of them just feels more appropriate right now.
When I was young I always assumed that God saved the best weather for Sundays. Easter Sunday in particular was given to warm temperatures and sunny skies, no matter how early in the year it came.
It was a patently silly thought, but at the same time it was something I knew completely and with all of my heart. And if reality is defined by our perceptions, than that was the reality of the matter. The nice part about the little things is that you can recreate them the way you want to and it really doesn't harm anything, maybe it even makes them better.
What's wrong with remembering a day a little sunnier than it was?
Or remembering a pretty girl's smile as a little brighter than it was?

But what I really want to know is why this roll of toilet paper I stole from the bathroom smells like pot.

I am suddenly seized by the urge to dive into the depths of self indulgence known as blogging, though I have nothing worthwhile to blog about.
Procrastination has gone from being an idle amusement to a way of life. I literally complete many of my assignments mere minutes before they are do, in spite of the fact that I've had hours of boredom to work on them. I'd been getting better about this recently, however this last week and a half or so has sucked from me all willingness to work.
We had a staff appreciation dinner tonight, the fact that it was thrown by the staff strikes me as more than a little funny, the awards were amusing if nothing else. I was presented with little mock trophies celebrating my flexibility and my calmness.
The latter award was the, "James Dean" award. That's something I'm totally fine with, after all James Dean was a sexy sexy man. With the little speech that went along with the award my manager remarked on my consistency, that I approach the same issues the same way each and every time, and that people know from this where they stand with me.
I can't help but feel that the compliment is a little left handed, after all, doesn't that just mean that I haven't tried to figure out a BETTER way to handle things?
I'm officially going to be gone second semester next year, America, no longer able to tolerate my presence is shipping me to Europe for a few months in order to take a vacation from me. I'm fine with this, though I've been talking about it for so long that now that it's actually happening I'm at a loss for how to actually conceptualize living in another country for several months.
Before I cross that bridge though I officially have a job over the summer, which is nice. I'm working at Boys Town, the lady who interviewed me really liked me, that's good I suppose, she asked me if I'd been "coached," about my responses.
I think I'm going to bed.