Mixed Feelings

So we're all on vacation, as commanded by my Mother. But like I say to everyone that's semi-jealous, nobody can complain about a week's vacation to the Grand Cayman Islands that they don't have to [directly] pay for. So, I'll save the ranting for a more appropriate occasion, like valuing an iPod over your own life.

But I will be journaling everything that I remember and posting pictures. With the anti-luck of the Irish that seems to run in this family, there's guaranteed to be some laughs and some tears. For instance, Florida has been experiencing a drought, but now that we're here (on Memorial weekend by accident) the weather channel is predicting 60% chance of rain all week. Ha

Oh well. It's a great start to a vacation that I'm excited and unexcited about. I'll be back with more details tomorrow.

Mid-Night Thoughts

These are always the worst and best ideas I ever have. My friend, has a freakin awesome blog where he pours his thoughts into beautiful writing. Me? I'm not an excellent writer. I'm good when I try, but not excellent. I nearly cried reading this guys latest posts. There was so much humanity in it. I guess I want this to be a popular blog, so I try to think of what my readers might enjoy. I'd kinda like my blog to have some kind to usefulness to it. But thelovecat, as his screenname calls him, uses his gift of graceful language to really express his inner self. It sort of reminds me of that book whose name I can't remember. It was a published version of another cyber-phenomenon that I was utterly unaware of where anonymous people mailed in their secrets for everyone to read. His somewhat earlier posts remind me of an old me. I used to be very similar to Adam. My mind, now scattered and incomprehensible I fear, used to be constantly thinking up interesting, new ideas. New ways to look at something, anything, everything, and even nothing. It was a seemingly never-ending torrent of revelation. Now I rely on all I've already known. I feel as though I've reached a resolution with all my most threatening internal conflicts, and all my daily insight is minor as are the issues to which they relate. My forgotten discomfort drives me no more. Today, I look at him as one who is like a freshwater stream. As generic as a stream metaphor might be, his constant flow of new ideas and creativity is refreshing --much like a stream. Even if we don't agree on everything (sometimes I wonder if we agree on anything haha), I really enjoy hearing how he looks at any given issue.

This kind of writing is tiring for me. Like a volcano --what the heck happened to my metaphors?! Man these suck. My speech instructor told me at the end of the semester that I was very good at illustrations and metaphors, but this is not the best display of my colors. By the way, if you didn't notice, the mood just instantly changed. Go figure...

Anyway, like a --we'll use another cliché-- floodgate, my effort and good writing all come out with good momentum. Then, I get tired and I want to quit and not ever write again. This is why my blog is not like good ol' thelovecat's. Well, let's just see what happens then. Since there's no more school until August, I'm likely to actually use this blog. Alright readers, I will bring you more bloggy blessings later! ;)