Long Forgotten Musings...

I rediscovered some of my entries in Live Journal and thought I'd post them here. This one is from April 26, 2005 and involves pleasant memories of my three very cute study partners from my two semesters of graduate classes at UAH:

So, its like ... 10 minutes until 9 pm, I have scholastic deadlines hanging off me like the media on Michael Jackson, and I have to stop and breathe mentally. S'funny how when the brain is overwhelmed it'll conjure up the most bizarre shit to act as a stress relief valve. Long forgotten, funny moments that occurred in places where, by definition, they should not have. Tiny metaphorical "flowers" that one can pick up and smell decades later. Which, on the whole, is nice because (as my companions in educational crime: Heather, Mandy and Kelly will tell you) life is focused to the point nowadays where you only have time to try and ride that bull the requisite eight seconds and then wonder how badly your ass is going to hurt when you land.

Some, in the not-too-distant past even make me smile to think of them: riding with Mandy in Heather's too-yellow-to-be-a-real-color VW beetle. Listening to the almost subliminal "oosh oosh oosh" seeping up from the floorboards as she turns up the cd player, steps on the gas, and essentially dares any poor dumb bastard to try and get in front of her. Sitting alone in the silent bug now, awaiting their return from a shell station with drinks and nutritious snacks to help keep them going while they ransack the library. Feeling almost like I was back at UNA for a minute, and the only concern after the papers were due was "what are we going to do to celebrate?"

But, I'm on the "what's colorectal cancer mean?" side of my 30's and have already spent my 20's. All I can do now is share in the fun of these girls and thank them for taking me with them. Not for the snacks, but for the metaphysical "flower" I'll still have to smell and enjoy when I'm on the "what's Medicaid for?" side of my 60's.

Here endeth the lesson.