fighting the storms
Whew! What a week. And I am not just talking about the hurricane that just barely missed us today. Everyday I hear people saying how much they love this part of Florida. The beaches, the sun, the atmosphere, etc. are all things that people get excited about here in Northwest Florida. However, this is not paradise. Many people think so and that's fine with me, because I would take rainy days and mountains over melt-your-face-off days and fire ant hills any day. But I have not come to the best part yet. That would be the hurricanes. I think when we decided to move here, the people of Northwest Florida just forgot to mention these swirling masses of air that will rip your house into shreds and then rain on the remains just for spite. Either they forgot about telling us or they thought that they would keep it hid from us, until....SURPRISE!!! YOU WIN!!!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? YOUR PRIZES ARE: NO ELECTRICITY FOR A WEEK, CLEAN-UP IN THE YARD, AND BOARDING UP THE WINDOWS. OH WAIT!!! THERE'S MORE!!! YOU ALSO GET THIS GREAT PRIZE WHERE YOU ARE STUCK IN A DARK HOUSE WITH YOUR FAMILY AND NO HEAT, LONG ENOUGH SO YOU WILL GO CRAZY!!! Even though nothing like that happened this time around, it has happened before and it ain't a pretty sight.
I had to fight more than one storm this week............but I want to see how much Mike will hate me after I leave yet another vague post on blogger. As if he doesn't hate me enough for whipping him good in the new level of SSB. Actually, the other storm was more of a series of conversations with a friend, that I will not mention on this blog because it doesn't really matter (sharing the conversations, that is). What does matter is that everything is fine and I feel much better.
Anyways, I am off to be because I have to weather the storm of returning to school tomorrow. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a hurricane to hit the college......I'm such a kidder.
-brodie
first day of school and....
..it was kinda boring. Spanish was okay, but it just seemed like a continuation of last year's class with new people. It's kinda like finding out a sub-par sitcom received a new season, and even though it was boring you still watched it. My other class I had today was not much better. Of course, I don't really expect much out of a Liberal Arts Math course. The teacher somehow tried to get us to gather in groups to talk about "teamwork" and "cohesive work environments" or something weird like that. I kept on wondering what it had to do with Math, but it really didn't matter all that much, because I hate math. Tomorrow, I will experience the second half of my new classes, but I think that they might be a little more interesting than today's classes.
See ya Space Cowboys and Cowgirls!
-brodie
tears
I don't post twice in the same day often, but I was looking through Nathaniel and Sarah's blog, looking at the pictures of Evelyn with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye. What a grand and glorious thing to enjoy the life of a new child. I have said my congratulations to both of the parents already, but the pictures just take your breath away. I can't wait until the day when I enjoy being a parent.
-brodie
fears at rest
What a great and glorious day it is! It's not often I feel this way. Sarah left for Gainsville, which is saddening, but I feel really good right now. I had a talk with my parents about things and I cannot contain how much I love and respect my mom and dad. However quirky they may be, I respect and adore them. And although work was a waste of time, I felt so alive afterwards. Like my title explicitly says, my fears are at rest, and I feel as if this day has gone better than expected. Oh! If only every day could be this way.
-brodie
p.s. sorry mike for being so VAGUE!!!
my stand
This is a poem that I wrote a couple of minutes ago. It's kinda rough-draftish, so bear with it. Also, the look of my blog is being worked on, so what you see now will not be the finished result.my stand~stepping forward, not looking back.counting my steps, not knowing why.i'd rather flee than face attack,and give in with a desperate sigh.i languish at the mistakes i've made,but reason that they push me forward."to what degree?" i tend to say,while hiding like a coward.i've long been content to sit here,and wait for a helping hand.to push aside my hidden fear,so i can take another stand.-brodie
Super Smash Sistas
In the video game world, playing the game is only half the battle. The other half is what I like to refer to as "smack talking". Some people are actually quite skilled at following up their smack talk with winning, but to those who can't, only a bitter taste is left in their mouths. That bitter taste is the agony of defeat.
Last night, I played Super Smash Bros. with Michael and Sarah, and who do you think was the one talking the most smack, besides Michael and I? Well, I'll give you three guesses. Nope, it wasn't Michael, it was Sarah. She did play a good couple of games and even managed to beat me once, but Michael reigned supreme for the night.
You would think that she would have humbly acknowledged Michael the winner, but she decided that she was WAY MUCH BETTER at Mario Kart 64 than Michael will ever be.
So, for now, the smack talking continues. Is it a bad thing? No, but if Michael does indeed get his butt handed to him tonight, then he will never hear the end of it from Sarah.....and me.
I leave you with a picture that we found on some Super Smash Bros. board with the title "I need help beating this guy at SSB!"
-brodie
