It is March, isn't it? Well isn't that an interesting coincidence. About this time last year, if I so recall it was also March.
March. What an interesting word. Like to march unseen through the bleakness of life only to find your one true calling at an unexpected moment in the complex parallels of sub-reality. Hmm, it makes one wonder if the plastic frog sitting on your alarm clock will come to life and march away on its own, by itself a suddenly independent life form. But how can this be? Well for one I regret to tell you all that I have just been to the dentist and that strange flavored tooth paste they use gives me the uncanny ability to obtain the understanding of many untold prophecies. The frog you ask? Why he was once a 'prize' at the dentist's office until suddenly I rescued him from his incessant turmoil.
Life is not easy. It is not only because I am strange. You must remember the writings of this web- log. Or 'blog' as a few prefer to call it contains the absurdities of every day life... well maybe not every day life, but usually at least every few weeks when I am tired/bored/have the rare free time to be a weirdo or need a place to collect my thoughts before proceeding with my doings for the rest of the 24 hour lunar cycle.
I am hoping for this March to be a strong one, a solid one. For those who are close to me, they know this has not been an easy time, of late for me and for my family. We are hoping that we will be able to march into the right direction and that by Flag Day, we will have amazing and highly positive stories of the past months to tell. I feel a strange sensation to tell you about school, people I know, things I've done, but I guess if I ever wrote in it again that would be for my other blog.
This blog has not been all fun and games, however. In fact as I am speaking to you, although you cannot hear me, I am using a very serious tone, rather somber as if I were making some sort of low budget documentary about the five year old pillow under my bed that I forgot about until just this very moment. The blog has proven very precarious and temperamental. It has committed several travesties against me. For one, the google account has been very hard to use, hard to leave comments, hard to log in, hard to use. Second my sainted picture of Joaquin picking up his lost change continually disappears. Why is this you ask? Well... I don't know. But the point is that is the only picture I could have possible used for that post under any circumstances. Isn't it quite obvious? Have you ever seen a more exemplary example of a change search? I thought not. Third, my computer is very slow, I have lots of work to do in the 'real world', whatever that means, and I have been preoccupied. It is all a big conspiracy. Yes, I think so. A conspiracy of infinite proportions. Why does the cafeteria look like it hasn't been dusted or given a new carpet since 1972? Why does anything ever happen? Why do people look like other people? Why do the cats slurp so loudly? Why do I have a headache? Why are the stupidest things the most intriguingly curious. NO. I am NOT nuts. Seriously. I swear I do not have a problem... uh.... have to go. The Cars are trying to hijack my house. Noooooooooo. Je ne comprends pas!
