Rants, Reviews, and Recipes

As you might guess from the absurdly lengthy title, I am currently feeling some degree of Singularius Loquax Loquacis Ira, a phrase I just made up using a fair amount of Latin words I found on the internet.

So now I’m reaching out to you, senseless void of the internet to try and settle those emotions somewhat. So far, no such luck. It’s a bit late to talk to any of my friends, but I still want some kind of social interaction. This, though, is roughly the equivalent of yelling into an empty cave in the hope someone hears the echo and decides to reply. And by the time they do, I won’t need that response, since I would have then found someone to talk to.

Or such was the slogan thought up by the British Government back in good ‘ol WWII. It’s also the mantra that’s been running through my head in these last weeks of my first year of college. There are many reasons for this, finals chief among them.

But it’s not just some exams and papers I’m worried about. I have been trying to get a job for the summer, I’ve only been partly successful in this endeavor. The company I’m trying to land employment with has been giving me a bit of a runaround, mostly because it’s absolutely crazy on their end, trying to get everything set up for the summer and also because the guy I had talked to originally about the job had some health issues and dropped off the face of the earth for a while. Since I didn’t have the number for any of the other reps, I was pretty much abandoned at sea. I was able to get a hold of another guy, so now I’m just waiting to see if I’m to be shipped off to Seattle like I’m hoping I will or Denver, where I guess I’ll be able to do just fine.

The second thing I have to be calm about is the impending separation from the friends I’ve made down here this year. I’m pretty slow to make friends, and I’d have to say I’ve made pretty good progress this year. I’m not looking forward to another summer with my nearest friend hundreds of miles away, but that’s how my life goes. I know that I’ll see them again once school starts up in the fall, except for one, who I won’t see until January, maybe December if I’m extremely lucky. As my luck would have it, she’s also the one I’m most sad to part with.

But like the Londoners in the 1940’s, I have to keep calm and carry on and hope I don’t soon have to do as Churchill said in a rather famous speech “We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender!”

You too. And a happy new year as well.

I Know At Least Everything

Mostly laying around, doing nothing productive. I’m off to visit my family in a few days, so that should be fun. I’ve also got my book I should probably keep working on. I read a bit of it a few weeks ago and I really do think it has potential.

I Know At Least Everything

I have a dream, that one day little black boys and little black girls will hold hands with little white boys and little white girls around the table of brotherhood.

But in addition to racial equality, I one day hope to find something I’m really good at and enjoy doing and somehow get paid to do it until I retire. Or die, whichever comes first.

I also want a family someday. Three kids and a dog, that’s all I need. The American Dream, picket fence optional.

I Know At Least Everything

Because people are too lazy to spell entire words, leaving them to use abreviations that make the user look like an idiot. That is why I am sad.

I Know At Least Everything

Yes, I do. There are some exceptions, but usually they’re okay.

I Know At Least Everything

The Perk of Being a Wallflower. It made me realize I’m not the only one who thinks like that.

I Know At Least Everything

How about this, we teach them all Italian because it’s a better sounding language, but still similar in basic construct. We’ll have to spend a few years in Italy to learn the language, as well as their baking and cooking.

I Know At Least Everything

Sure. I wouldn’t mind a little black kid running around the house/bistro/bakery, so long as he’d help soon as he’s old enough. I would love him like my own, though the option to not is interesting.

I Know At Least Everything