"Everybody has their moment of great opportunity in life. If you happen to miss the one you care about, then everything else in life becomes eerily easy."
- Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
Of course, I've been reading the Hitchhiker Trilogy again. Lest anyone be concerned, I don't feel that quote applies to me; not yet, anyway.
I noticed today that rain doesn't only bring out colors, but scents as well. Probably wouldn't have been noticeable, except for springtime and the associate rush of plant life. I guess spring imposes itself upon all of the senses -- the brilliance and odor of the newly blossomed, birds chirping inanely, the sudden standstill-sweating weather. I've left out taste, I know. I could cite fresh fruit as another springism, but it doesn't fit, somehow. Four out of five's pretty good, enough for most colleges. Perhaps the acrid tang of AP apprehension would be a better candidate.
I spent several hours last night trying to get through to my dad. I've been grounded for a week now, and this is to continue through next weekend. It's not the grounding that frustrates me -- at times before I've had only myself at fault -- but the pigheadedness behind it. Basically it's because I didn't know that I needed to try out early for a competition that I shouldn't have had to go to, because I'd already fulfilled the requirements compelling me to go. I've taken notes on the situation in greater detail but it would be pointless to put them here. The situation is ridiculous at all levels of magnification.
Is it a waste when one spends time accomplishing nothing? I spent the time because I had a chance, not because I was assured success. But what do I have to show for it? In some alternate reality, I succeeded because I tried. I hope that other me's grateful. I tried because I wanted to be with her. Because I tried, I ended up not even having time to call. Oh, the angst.
posted on Saturday, May 01, 2004
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