She's a little out

Today was one of the most beautiful days that I can remember happening in Tucson. It was right out of a poem. The sky was covered with wispy nimbus clouds and the there was a tepid breeze that blew, carrying the smell of prematurely blooming palo verde trees and the unexpected smell of cologne from people that passed by. As I'm typing this now, I'm looking out of the window at PCC west on Anklam road and I'm glancing cyclists and cars rushing past as the scenery of sloping desert mountains. Spring days like these are a priviledge. I hope, despite the groundhog's miserly predictions of six more weeks of winter, that this is a continuing trend.

I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for

I often think that the projects I undertake or the assignments that I do are so really fantastic and that they are the result of me being a fucking genius in my own estimation. But when I get the assignments or the tests back or when I finally finish that that project I find that I've done poorer on the test than expected or I've been ripped a new asshole by my profs or what was supposed to be my masterpiece looks like a second grader's art project. I know that this post up to this moment makes me look like an egomanic, but I think that the point I'm trying to make is that even if the road to hell is paved with good intentions, you should still notice the paving job. Goddamnit, I'm entitled to my gold star too.