Okay, I'm glad that due to my awesome determination and ambition the "daily positive" lasted. . well. . a day. Haha great isn't it? Truth is, I don't think I can do it everyday. It puts somewhat of a strain on my poor little brain. From now on: If I am feeling positive that day, my posts will be positive. If not: there will either not be any posts, or. . they will be negative :) I'm a human, and as such; I have good days, and bad days. Today feels like its going to be an OKAY day. Not great. Not terrible. Probably forgettable. Oh well. Thus is life, right?

2 Nephi:25

"Adam fell, that men might be. Men are, that they might have joy."

Today I will be happy :)

Espanol

Once upon a time, I spoke and understood the beautiful language of Spanish fluently. But as of late, I haven't had opportunities to practice very much, and I have lost so much of it! I stutter and stammer around like a goob, and then get all embarassed and my face turns its signature hot-coal red. Needless to say, I end up feeling like a douche. I hate feeling douche-ish.

SOLUTION: Find ways to practice!

Im going to set YET ANOTHER goal. It is to have, or try to have, a conversation in Espanol each day that I work. At least once. Hopefully this helps, because I dont know what I would do if I could no longer speak to the lovely senoritas D': Deseame buena suerte!

Erryday

Yesterday was. . unpleasant to say the least. Besides the shiz already going on, I wrecked on the stupid longboard, and waited out in the cold for the better part of two hours. But this morning I realised something. It's not that bad. Yeah sure my ankle is fuhhd up, and my parents are pretty much hating my guts as of now, but life really is what you make it. For example: I could have wallowed around in bed until 10:30 this morning, and decided I wasn't going to do anything but watch tv and swim in self-pity until I went to work. But what purpose would that fulfill? None. I probably would feel worse, the house would still be a wreck, and the parentals would still be pissed. I don't know why, but instead I got up at eight. I cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes, and vacuumed the downstairs. I even had time to kill so I made a couple loaves of bread. I cleaned up my mess, and I STILL have three hours before my shift starts at BIG K (which was recently downsized to REGULAR K, mostly due to the fact that the only people who shop there are polygamists and ancient people AND the fact that the BIG part of the sign was no longer blue; but rather a sun-rotted brown. Ew. ) and on top of THAT, I feel great. Almost Zen-like. I realised that I love being productive, and I'm only going to be happy if I take a positive look on things. There is a Chinese proverb that says:


" With happiness comes intelligence to the heart "


That being said. I want to make a goal of it. Being positive and productive, I mean. I'm going to post one positive thing on this here blog, EVERY DAY. Whether it be a scripture, quote, or just a nice picture. In addition to that, It will also be my goal to make at least 3 positive observations each day, and share them with someone. I think that this will help eliminate alot of negativity from my life, and from my home. And hopefully just make life better in general. Im not saying imma transform into.. . I dunno Ghandi or some shiz. But I WILL strive to be more pleasant. Peace.

Scabs

So. . . like right after I wrote that lovely paragraph about the dead moth, I decided I would go on a nice refreshing longboard session. I've had alot in me brain lately, and for some reason (cliche, I know) longboarding just helps me clear my head. :) I wish I were better, because I really love it; but alas I suck. ANYWAYS. I decided to ride to the high school from my house. It's about three miles. I've never done it during the day, but I thought hey "no time like the present". Right?
WRONG.
I was bombing down this hill, crazy fast, and there were no street lights. I ended up hitting a heaved up slab of concrete and flying off. I futched up my ankle, scraped and bruised my ribs and hips all up, and ripped holes in my sweat shirt.

Wonderful.
It gets better though. I got back on, and teetered around on my stupid ankle till I made it to the school. Once there, I couldn't get ahold of a ride. So. I froze. Eventually I found a ride, and all's well that ends well I guess. But Im still grumped about it all, mostly do to the fact that I have the emotional control of a 3 year old.

CONCLUSION: Never use longboarding as a way to escape your childish troubles and bullshvixk, especially at night. Its much better to be a boob at home, than to be a cripple outside. Also, somebody needs to fix the damn concrete. Peace ann blessins.

So I Was Thinking

So today I was thinking. I have this blog. But I have yet to write in it. Nothing. . . blog-worthy ever happens to me :/ and on the rare occasion that it does happen, I am usually to lazy to even care to write about it. But then it hit me: my blog doesn't have to be filled with all of these exciting adventures, and wonderful insights. I can write about what ever I want to. Who cares if it turns out boring and dull and lifeless as a dead moth. It's mine, and I'll do with it what I please. That being said, I am going to make writing in this son of a b a habit. Starting today. My goal is once a week, at least.

Shouldn't be too hard right? We'll see.