Fragmented Jabber
It feels as though I might,
Make some sense out of this madness,
Will it turn out right?
But who’s to say where the wind will blow
Time will tell us if we're out of answers, when it stops -
Climb back down to the beginning take it from the top.
Who’s to say where the wind will blow
What happens when all your dreams are lying on the ground?
Do you pick up the pieces all around?
And if the world should fall apart hold onto what you know
Take your chances turn around and go
All the leaves are turning and the sky I faced to cry
Strange our lives coincide with the seasons of today
Who’s to say where the wind will blow?
Do you pick up the pieces all around?
And if the world should fall apart hold onto what you know
Take your chances turn around and go”
~Chapter One, Lifehouse
I’m left to live alone for three weeks and it takes no time for me to reflect on how lucky I am to be where I am. Toss with a dose of my yearly bronchitis stints and I have this unbelievably wonderful man running around making me soup, bringing lots vitamins, bringing dinner (boiled chicken is to die for!), and pouring on the TLC.
What? Ultimate accident with nearly a broken arm? No sweat! Mark’s there to save the day and I’m good to break something else another day :)
In light with so much spoilage, I answer back with a complete breakdown and panic about crazy stuff like:
“Who the hell am I to be so deserving of so much goodness?”
Shhh! Ray, I’m not that Chinese!!
Then I'm freaking out about the life after graduation (as it will be in less than six months providing that I don’t fail any classes). Is advertising really the way to go? What’s with this wanting to own a bakery craziness?! Mmm...Devil's Chocolate Ganache Cake...
With worries and moodiness aside, I am quite fortunate, and extremely grateful to have around those that love me so. With my uncle Thomas taking me out to dinner and packing me with enuff left overs to last a few day and sending me home with some extra spending money. Along with a sister that always seems to find the most logical way to chill me out; to tell a bronchitis stricken sister with a sprained elbow to go out and roll around in new fallen snow. And if that doesn’t work, a few Lifehouse songs will do, and it did.
So, with less than a week until uncle comes home, all the craziness seems to have passed for the time being, bronchitis is gone, the huge bruise on my elbow is no longer red and purple, the house is clean (with the exception of my room), and I’m back to feeling semi stressed and fighting the urge to procrastinate knowing that in less then three weeks I’ll have a campaign of twelve ads due for Food Basics.
*breathe…No complaints, life is good.
Why not be my dinner, while makin a movie
Do you get it get it
Do you got it got it
Good good good
Girl I knew you would
See what I got oveeer a lot of fellas is that I'm more creeeative
And soon you will see what I mean, what I mean sooo
Girl get comfortable we bout to do something you never done beforeeee
Baby not the usually tonight we gettin unpredictable
So tryyy to roll wit me baby (baby)
I'm a make you feel like you never felt
Girl all because you let me get unpredictable"
~Unpredictable, Jamie Foxx feat. Ludacris