and the clock wins by a second
Well my life in the past couple days has been flying by. Of course, Thursday did feel like Friday and Friday felt like some unnecessary day of school, but other than that time is winding down fast in my realm.
Notable: we had a full-scale drug bust today. It was intense. Like 20+ law enforcement vehicles, and several, rather cute, drug sniffing dogs (not that the dogs were high or something, but that they were seeking out drugs, not for the officers though, but like as evidence). It was very exciting. I’ve never been in a drug sweep like this so I enjoyed it. I guess it’s all truly about ‘experience.’
The mood this week has been for Spring Break and Spring Break only. So today, naturally, there were few people at school. Too bad I had a 6th period AP Gov test (she probably scheduled it like that on purpose). I actually did good on it (from my memory of how many problems I thought I got right). But that could be contributed to the fact that I actually studied…during 3rd period with Matt…because we weren’t doing anything in Physics II. Oh well.
Tonight I watched Minority Report for my third time. It’s so strange how each consecutive time I watch a movie my opinion about it seems to change, at least in some gradient. This time around I realized how strong the movie was musically and also how the lighting was perfect for the near-dreary future. Anyways, I thought it was incredible still. But I don’t think it was actually up to the 9.3 or whatever I gave it the first time I saw it. Probably more like a 8.7, yet still a ‘must-see’ movie.
And yet another reoccurring portion of my life is my inevitable effort to try and understand things. Not merely mathematical or scientific things, because that would not take long and then I would be ‘learned.’ But more so pieces about myself - why I act as I do, why I seem so frugal and tangibly led, and why I stress self-discipline and self-betterment so much in my life. It’s almost as if I was programmed this from birth. Or maybe that’s just how everyone is; we all must have our individual quirks and oddities. Whatever the cause or reasoning, I find that each day I am practically forced to try and understand myself better and at the same time attempt at bettering myself. And yet this seems almost a paradox - pay attention to my faults and fix them at the same time. I suppose time will be the judge and jury within the destiny of my life, of course divine will and personal choice play a large role. Nevertheless, I strive on, pursuing myself, wondering why my shadow seems to have the upperhand.