damn bacon

bacon has quickly become an ever-present theme in my life.
i can count the instances in which i have tried bacon on less than one hand.
i don't like the taste of it, i don't like the smell of it, i don't like the idea of it either.
i've attended and was a participant in a bacon fest, in which teams competed in an "iron chef" type college reality, making dishes inspired by bacon.
i have a friend who has bacon and tofu (the anti-bacon) action figures.
and three times. three separate times, the fire alarm has been set off in my building because of someone overcookin' bacon.
three.
and they don't even happen in the morning, when you'd expect it too.
they happen around 11PM, who srsly eats bacon at that hour?
i'd be upset if i was sleeping and the fire alarm woke me up.
thank god i don't go to bed early, like some people...
it decides to go off, though, when i'm in the shower.
and then i must proceed to step outside, in my towel, in the cold.

making sure that merry still goes round

today i am going back,
back to that time-pre 7th grade- when valentine's day was fun for all.
when we'd make mailboxes and decorate them with pink and red to our liking
then we'd become paradoxical, in that we attempted to personalize generic cards.
each person would receive one, though, that was the point.
chocolates and heart candies always attached.
the weird boy and the well-liked girl would get the same number of cards.
one from everyone; one for everyone.

\ˈchānj\

Things change so quickly.
I think this is something everyone should understand.
Planned things are not etched in stone.
Things change.
Things change quickly.
One thing can make everything change.
I always say God willing for the same reason.
You never know what He wants for your life.
What you will go through.
Plans are so flimsy.
One day you have a younger brother.
The next, you have a younger brother and an older sister.
One day you're planning what to wear to your mom's celebration.
The next you are planning what to wear to your uncle's funeral.
The future is so uncertain.
So blurry and mysterious.
God keeps me from living my life as a nervous wreck.
I think the changes, expected and unexpected, makes us stronger.
At least, I hope they do.
I don't know if I am making sense.
I hope I am.
All I want to say is that things unexpected change.
And it is important to know and understand this.
Embrace it and cope with it.
Whether it be good or bad changes.
Change.
What a heavy word.

tripped and documented

My first week is off to a good start. I can't believe it's only been a week. It already feels like I've been here for ages.
Highlight of my week: going to a cat show
No not cats the show, a cat show. Pageant.
It was one of the strangest experiences I've had thus far.
This was such an odd weekend. It consisted of Trainspotting and Meet the Parents in a friend's room, followed by jenga and jigsaw puzzles. Then putting Christmas lights back up with Rebecca on Saturday and watching clueless in our living room and falling asleep there. And poppy seeds and more lights and glitter and kittens and outloud readings of Plato and washing spoons in the bathroom and panda videos and instant oatmeal and walks to closed gardens.
Family? Family.

My Brother

When my brother was little, he used to start doing his homework at 7.
He got home at 3:30 but wouldn't start until 7.
Because his teachers always said, "this is your homework for tonight..."
If he started before 7, it wasn't night.
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