I feel so friggin accomplished!!!!!!! My best buddddy Kayla brought over the dvd set, and we had a marathon! It was pretty amazing, not gonna lie. Although, I was told by a certain someone that it would change my life...and well...lets just say my life is still my life. ha.
Lets see...I also went to our Honors dance in Lafeyette with a lovely fellow. Me and Jasmine danced it up:P ...after she taught me how to dance ha
On Thursday, Kayla and I went to The End theatre... My first stand-up comedy act seen in person!! It was absolutely, piss my pants, HE-LARIOUS!! The comedians came in from Birmingham, got lost, and ended up getting there like 30 minutes late, but it was well worth the wait. I havent laughed that hard in a really, long time, and I most definately needed it:)
But...back to school....Forum last week was well..school. No offense to the President of Bank Independent, but I felt like the entire speech he was just trying to get us to bank there. He was an excellent public speaker, and I am very appreciative of him speaking with us, he just wasnt my favorite. I did, however, like what he had to say about the characteristics needed of his employees.
On another note...i thought I would add something beautiful. I was at the park on Friday. Sitting on the bench. Attempting to write my philosophy paper. I was to the point of scribbling, when I looked up at the fountain. I noticed an old woman standing in front of it. Just gazing into the water. She had a beautiful rose in her hand.
I watched her for a few moments, and as I watched, she tossed the rose into the water. She looked at it for several seconds, her thoughts in a faraway place. She turned and walked away.
It was so beautiful. I began to ponder why she had done this. Remeniscing a loved one? Lost, but not forgotten, birthday? Sadness? Happiness? Just because?
I walked to my car and got my camera out. I came back and took a picture so as to never forget this breathtaking moment.
I watched the rose float for what seemed like eternity.
The water began to overtake its fraility.
It was drowning.
Sinking down.
Still beautiful.
I played God for a moment. Reached in and pulled out the wet beauty.
I held it in my hand thinking I was saving it from a cold death.
Then it hit me.
This cut rose had no other fate but death.
From the moment it sprouted, to the time it bloomed, to the second the elderly lady spotted its elegancy.
Its fate was predetermined.
Death was inevitable, but the way it was to be remembered was not.
It could die, drying out in the hot sun.
Or it could swim for eternity. The inspiration of a story.
I placed my hand back in the water and let its current slide the bittersweet lovely from my palm.
A flower with a great ending.
To live forever in someone's mind.
My mind.
It had written its own destiny..
I hope I leave as a rose. Swimming forever as remembrance in the heart of those I had the grace of knowing. Loving. Impacting in some way.
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