So one might refer to the 7 day leave I've taken from posting as a hiatus, a self-induced break, a big ass side step, or even as negligence to the sheer gravity my absence has had on the lives of millions. In all honesty, I could care less about you guy's expectations. Well carelessness is a little drastic. I retract that and will replace it with having nominal concern for my readers' expectations. Further explanation requestees (yes its a word...Dr. Seuss created it in '79) may refer to "The Vision" section of my blog. It politely states my inability to empathize with the readers of The Weapons Crate.
In the interest of explaining myself without alluding to any excuses or explanations to satisfy you people, allow me to begin with this: "I Built It Ground Up." This embodies the constant struggle I've gone through since birth. Growing up in the mean suburbia of Farmwood (F-Dub) not only accelerated my growth rate out of necessity to survive, it made me realize I was destined for more. This past week has begun to prove that.
This week marked the beginning of the end. It was my first step to move forward since graduating from undergrad in May. Last Monday was day 1 of the rest of my life. My outlook on coming back to school for my own personal reasons as opposed to my parents motivating me has changed my perspective on things immensely. I now know my goals and what it takes to reach them. My approach to sitting down in familiar classrooms hearing the same format of teaching feels completely new in my ability to comprehend and appreciate it because my motivation has evolved to where I now constantly think to myself, "Ryan remember why you're here."
Aside from just the classes and research I began this week, I had the pleasure of spending time with my friend before she left for Venezuela to do a semester abroad. She's documenting the entire trip on her blog "The art of disenchanting." Squeezing in some of the things we ended up doing were really atypical for it to be the first two days of the semester. Like going out to eat two nights in a row isn't my normal routine, but I enjoyed it. Besides I don't think I'd ever have injested that much Indian food in one sitting if she wasn't present. That food was so hot, my chest (yes my lungs) felt a stifling frigid sensation that heated my chested at an alarming rate like the vapors from the food in my stomach got to my lungs. It felt like someone was turning the thermostat to and fro as if there was frightening frigidity throughout my body. Drinkin only made the heat worse. At that point I decided to box up my food and proceed to the exit of the establishment.
The next evening we checked out Nantucket Grill where I had this grilled salmon that tasted like Poseidon caught it on his day off and had it shipped to Durham for my consumption. Wednesday and
Thursday were all a blur lol. All i remember is spending a lot of time in-doors. Friday was particularly interesting. Not only did I learn a lot in class that morning, that afternoon I got to hang out with my friend who wanted to skate since last semester so she and I headed to this spot a parking deck in downtown Durham. Before we went on to skate we made a pitstop by the tennis court and hit a few balls back and forth. I took one to the face but luckily my hater blockin shades softened the impact. I was madd frustrated when we started skating b/c I couldn't land anything :-( Due to fatigue and a need to lift my spirits we left the spot and grabbed some food at this spot she showed me called Cosmic Cantina where I had a chicken Chimichanga!!!! Taste as incredible as the name sounds. The next morning (saturday) I woke up at 4am and drove to D.C., picked up my brother, and bought him back to N.C.. The traffic back to N.C. was about as difficult as Frodo Baggins carrying the ring. Traffic was so bad I considered being airlifted to my summer home in Vermont. Once I finally made it back home, I played my first real poker game and lost miserably with some friends while my homegirl Kim watched in amusement. By the time it was over I was out of $5 and ready to fight my roommate who beat everyone, but I talked myself out of it b/c I'm very powerful. I wouldn't want any hiccups on my part if something were to happen and sever someone's limb from outta nowhere. But anyway I hate poker now is what I'm saying. Since then I've just chilled and focused on work. Oh yea and this morning I woke up with a cold guess that makes my post sick!!!!! :-) or not depending on your sense of humor lol
Here's some pics of my adventures.
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