This is the story of Puddles the cat. Puddles was a very extraordinary cat, for he did absolutely nothing. In this, he was extraordinary for he truly did nothing. He did not sit. He did not stand. He did not even lie down. Puddles did not pose in any position, for to do so would be to do something.
Puddles did not have a color, or a heartbeat, or any particular qualities, for to do so would once again be something. Come to think of it, I’m not sure that puddles is a he.
At any rate, Puddles did nothing. Any qualities that he possessed were attributed to him by those who thought about him, including his existence. Puddles, as I have said, was a very extraordinary cat.
That may be a wee bit of an exaggeration, but I still think they are wonderful. After weeks and months and quarters of hard, challenging material in math, it is great to get a topic so simple that I can stroll through my assignment with very little effort. The hardest part is writing the problem down, but then I really only have to write the answer down. It’s new material, but I enjoy finishing the year with something non challenging. It kind of makes my day.
I like when words sound funny. Like in Harry Potter when Dumbledore’s few words (meaning a speech) are “nitwit, blubber, oddment,tweak.” Some words look like they should have a fun sound, but don’t. Shiitake. That looks like it might rhyme with spit take. It doesn’t. I need to make a list of fine words to say when I get stressed out.
Sometimes, the weirdest smells are attractive. You would think that something sweet and flowery would be that favorite smell, but most of the people I know like other smells. Maybe it’s just me. My favorite smells would be garlic, gasoline, rain, and paper. Not like shiny magazine paper (which smells disgusting) but old, book page paper. There, I know what I would smell from that love potion in Harry Potter. Although I don’t think mine harmonize. Rain and paper maybe, but the garlic and gas are either going to produce a really rank combo, or… Nope. Just a bad combo.
So, when the doctors tell you “Good news is you don’t have strep, bad news is you have influenza A,” a phone call telling you that they messed up, actually have both is really not what you are hoping to hear. Not because of having Strep, but because two days have passed which you could have spent taking antibiotics to help get rid of the dang bacteria. You just have to wait out a virus, but with bacteria there is an actual medicine to fight it, instead of just waiting for it to end. But, nooo… I had to deal with both, then get rid of the virus, before they could warn me about strep. Grrrrrrr.
I’m not really sure where this year went. It seems like it just suddenly disappeared. Looking back, I feel like we started school yesterday, but if I count the year by events, it seems longer than just a school year. This is the point of the year where I start reminiscing about the year, so bear with me. It usually doesn’t last longer than a few days.
This summer will be busy. I’ve got swim-team, YBA, Boy’s State, Placerville, counseling at a special needs camp, and camping. I cant wait for these last two weeks to be over.
I’m still worried about my grades, but I’m not needlessly panicking. I’ll do what I can to repair the damage and hope that I don’t lose too much, but that’s all I can do. I’ve learned a lot about myself, specifically coming to face with my procrastination, forgetfulness, and distraction. I’ve had to accept that I will have to get a lot more organized, and that putting things off is not an option for me. I know that in the past I’ve said that, but this time is different. I’m really going to have to change, or senior year, college, and the rest of my life are going to be an absolute nightmare. Although I don’t want to, I’ve also had to come to terms with the fact that I need more sleep. I’m annoyed by it, but it’s a limitation I can’t escape, as my problems with memory, stress, and distraction get worse.
I went to Parkston today for a Boy’s State orientation today, and I have to say that it was pretty worthless. The guy who was supposed to explain about Boy’s State never showed up, so we sat in cold room for two hours, listened to a guy who didn’t really know anything about it talk for fifteen minutes, then went home. I’m not really sure what the point of going was, because we learned nothing. Combining that and the time spent going to and from Parkston, I lost a lot of time that could otherwise have been much more productive.
Today has just been one of those days.