These words of Lucius(A.K.A. Frozone) from the Incredibles appeared in my mind today as I was scrubbing along, cleaning my track spikes with a tooth brush. And it was interesting because it just reminded me of what this cleaning would mean to me. It made me feel like a retired super hero.

I am not quite sure as I continue polishing. I just feel a sudden feeling of fulfillment along with the happiness of seeing cleaner shoes.

But it’s more than that. I also felt like one of the Watchmen. I felt as if one day when I grew older, these spikes would still mean the same thing as when I last used them or first put them on. They would be my super hero costume and I don’t know what else. Maybe a symbol of my greatness that I possessed and that I still had in me? I’m not sure. But keeping these shoes would mean something incredible to me in the future. No matter what I do or where I go I feel like if I have this background, this faith, this loyalty with me, I can always do something great, like as great as the things the Watchmen returned to do.

Cheers to my sister for getting me to read Watchmen. And cheers to Einstein for making me more interesting.

(I would add pictures, but I’m too freaking lazy at the moment)

There are four days ahead of me. Not five, not six, only four. In these four days I can do absolutely anything, anything I want. I won’t choose what to do wisely, because I can’t. So, I’ll choose what to do as I go along and I’ll keep looking for something to do. Whatever’s fun, let me embrace you.

I want to sing you Motorcycle Driveby by Third Eye Blind. Before time passes and we’re left with only three dots for a sentence, I want to sing to you.
And there’s this burning. And there’s not much for us to do. And maybe we should be frozen in time. All this in a bag, a realistic bag of marbles that each clank with importance with every one of our movements. I don’t know how much longer I have—we have. I want to sing to you. I hope I can.

Summer dies and swells rise
The sun goes down in my eyes
See this rolling wave
Darkly coming to take me home

I feel like I’ve lived through two summers. Summer hasn’t even started yet. I feel extremely lucky and greedy.

There aint no nothing to scrap, because my passion thrives. In the face of grand disappointment I pondered thoughtlessly in circles. To nowhere I went with my think tank draining. At the end of the day, I realized that I still love what I do and that I always will, and so I will live on and love what I’ve done, do, and will do. It shall always be related.

I’m excited, unaware, and anticipating much. Going to college is gonna be this and that, but what it is right now is a few months away. My thoughts on going to college is this: I’m going to Cal Poly San Luis Obispo and I am studying architecture. I shall look into the fencing club and I get to see Dorian around school. 

This makes me want to compare with my first thoughts on going to college. It was probably along the lines of: Oh, my gosh. I can’t remember.

It was probably… something like, “I’m nervous, but high school is gonna be fun.” Ah, what the heck. This is bull shit. lmao. Forget it.