Time flies like a mosquito when you aren’t paying attention

 

Where does the time go? A week ago, I had so much inspiration for how to finish up the last few semester’s blogs. Today, not so much. So it got me thinking, I’m getting old and I don’t even notice it. I’m 22 ½ and the past 5 years have been a blur. I remember having the easiest senior year of high school known to man. Fayetteville high school, my (high school) alma mater, was getting a new building through the years I attended it. The thing is they were building and destroying all in the same spot, so teachers didn’t really have a choice somedays but to just cancel class. Next thing I know I’m graduated and basically have a yearlong summer.  I worked for a year and got extremely bored, so I decided to go to college. Freshman year then came and went. Sophomore year seems like last month, and the beginning of junior year seems like last week.

 

A lot of people say that 21 is the last birthday you look forward to, and they’re right. After 21, you don’t really have any restrictions. So what does one do after they turn 21, besides sleep off a world quaking hangover. The answer is I don’t know. I honestly don’t remember if I’ve said it before, but basically my inspiration to get out of bed in the morning is to be better than myself, I’d say be better than everyone else but I already am (Just kidding. Or am I?). No, but in all seriousness, I get up every morning because of curiosity. They say curiosity killed the cat, but the cat had nine lives, right? I’m a pretty smart guy, at least I like to think I am. It never fails though, no matter how predictable I think the day is going to be, nothing ever goes as planned. It may sound cheesy, but the greatest moments of my life were all unpredictable. The sum of all the little things I didn’t expect rolled up into one. Imagine how boring your life would be if you knew what was going to happen next.

 

I’ve turned into a major advocate for change in the past 5 years though. At first I couldn’t stand it, working so hard to achieve goals so that they would basically become irrelevant when a new goal would arise. But now, embracing change, it really brings happiness into my life. Life is the one thing that if it’s not broken, you should fix it. Also, the little things in life are the best things. EXCEPT for mosquitos. My roommates opened the door and now there is one flying around trying to bite me and I can’t kill it. I HATE MOSQUITOS!!! Side note, I hate mosquitos and deer ticks so much. Repellents don’t ever fully work. Like I rub gasoline on myself and my clothes when working because the fumes are the only thing strong enough. I totally lost my train of thought by the way. It bit me and I’m salty about it, and I’ve already started scratching it and I can’t stop.

 

I finally killed it, sorry about writing about a mosquito, but I figured if any writing is allowed to have the unfiltered train of thought it’s a blog. As a conclusion, I’m excited to see what kind of chocolates I’m going to find in my box like my friend Forrest would say. (Or what’s inside the egg if I’m going for an Easter metaphor, but I’m too old to go looking for them)