Day Eight

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Today was about as lazy as it gets for me. Rolled out of bed at four thirty PM, cooked some breakfast/lunch/dinner/I don't even know what to call it at that point, got ready with minimal effort, drove out to East Meadow to chill with my dad for a couple hours, came back here, got together with a good majority of the guys for old video games, guitar, and a few beers, and then spent roughly six hours hanging out with my friend Ryan until we were too loopy to form coherent sentences. Much like the seven-parter run-on I just haphazardly word-vomited onto you. Consequently, it's eight in the morning and I'm running on fumes, so this update's gonna be as low-quality as I can manage without it being Twilight-grade. Cool? Cool. 

Show two people how much they mean to me

(1). Cooked Ryan some pancakes. After the amount of times I've typed out that sentence on this blog whilst only switching out the name, it's begun to dawn on me that this may be the only reason I have friends. 

(2). Picked my dad up some coffee on the way over to his house. Bitches Dads love coffee. 

Disclaimer: I made him pose like that. 

• Help out a stranger

Tried to hold the door open for three different strangers, and all three happened to be middle-aged men who insisted that I go through first. One called me ma'am. Foiled again. 

• Live instead of sleeping

Funny joke. 

• Do something good for myself, by myself

I'm going to put "sleeping fourteen hours," even though that severely contradicts my previous goal. Here's why: I don't get hungover if I drink. (Fun Fact! All a hangover is is dehydration, so if you drink enough water to be peeing in ten minute intervals, you'll never get one). All I get is tired as hell. (Fun Fact! Most people don't go into REM sleep while drunk, and that's the stage in which we get the majority of our rejuvenation). Fun Fact! I've never felt more like slightly-edgier-Bill-Nye than I do after constructing that paragraph. Whatever. Here's my point. First seven hours were passed-out-restless-sleep, and the next seven actually did something for me. Believe it or not, when I woke up (the second time) I felt a lot better than I have in a while. Day after 21st or not. 

• Write here and write elsewhere

Check and no check. 

• Make a conscious decision to leave my comfort zone

I've resumed talking to someone from my past whom I'd completely cut out of my life for the wrong reasons. Long story short, he was a constant reminder of my circumstances during the time in which I met him, and I really wasn't a huge fan of the person I was or the things I was doing. It's taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I'm different now, he's different now, and the reminders that seem to emanate from him are in no way his fault. I don't think we'll ever be that close again--it's probably not that great of an idea as long as I'm trying to keep moving--but I don't think burning bridges is ever the best option. Often, you don't realize how exhausting it is to hold resentment in your soul until the minute you decide that it no longer suits you. Let go. 

• Take three pictures of three beautiful things.

(1). See above. Hands down, greatest parent I could ever ask for. 
(2). See below. 
(3). See here. 

Said greatest parent has willingly agreed to watching this guy for me while I'm away at school. His name's Andy, and he's roughly the most useless ball of fluff I've ever been privileged enough to have sit on my shoulder. He looks pretty disgruntled here, and this picture's a tad misleading, because he's not that fat. I sort of wish he was, because I'm enamored with fat animals to the point of straight-up denying that Darwin's evolutionary theory should even be a thing, but still. He's cute and just herpderps around on his perch all day, and I love seeing him when I'm East Meadow. 

Meditate

Roughly an hour, earlier tonight in between plans. 

• Look up at the sky 

The weather's been awful for days, and I guess I shouldn't be surprised, because it was incredible for about a week straight, and nothing's anything without some balance. I got a couple minutes of sky-time when the sun was setting, but I didn't actually see it through these thick dryer-lint-looking clouds. By dusk, it was raining. Still, if consciousness teaches us anything, it's that appreciation can be had for just about all circumstance at any given moment. Few things are as gorgeous as a light-streaked, dead-empty Merrick Road. I love feeling like the traffic lights are changing for no reason at all. 

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