I was going to make a Happy 100th View post, but my views went from 94 to 110 in a matter of 10 minutes, so let's throw that idea out the window.
Let's aim for 200 views.
Today was my first day back to the gym after a month not being able to work out, due to the sudden attacks of Walking Phenomena and my grams passing away. February has been quite possibly the most impossible month. But that's no reason to get all negative. Speaking of which ...
I have court tomorrow. You remember, for my driving "without insurance" and driving with a "suspended license", due to the driving without insurance tickets. Thanks Officer Mandala. (Isn't that the name of a Circa Survive song? And don't the lyrics not make any sense? Kind of like these tickets I got? Somehow, this does not seem ironic to me.) I will have the pleasure of seeing Mr. Jack Mandala in court tomorrow. Maybe I'll tell him my new penguin joke to cut me some slack ...
Let's just hope that the state of New Jersey wakes up on the right side of the bed tomorrow morning and let's me at least keep my license. Fat chance.
On the flip side, I heard MGMT's "Kids" on the radio today. I'm not quite sure how to take it. Every single under the radar band that I get really into, ends up on the radio within weeks. Maybe I should be a music forecaster. And if that's not an occupation, I should create one for myself. I wonder if that grants me the authority to create my own salary as well ...
Aside from all of the chaos, things are starting to kind of quiet down in the Insane Asylum of Ali Pinho's Life. (Don't hold your breath.) There's nothing else I'm really worried about, aside from how court will go tomorrow. But I can't worry about things anymore. I don't have any control over them, God does. And if he wants me to get rides everywhere for a few months, then I guess I have to be happy with that.
I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this before, (only a dozen times ... I'm just making sure you're paying attention) but I've realized that God is taking LOTS of things away from me. Big things, little things, important things and things I never even needed in the first place that I thought I needed. All in all, it's forced me to seek pleasure in the small things. The very small things.
Since my grams has been in the hospital/passed away, I've started taking walks at night by myself. Out of desperation to get some fresh air and clear my mind, it's been the best thing that I've done for myself thus far. It enables me to get the soot out of my constant bogged down brain, and let me think normally. Normally, I would just go shopping to get my mind off of things. But the Lord said, really? You want to go and spend your money on yourself and buy materialistic, meaningless things? Well then I'll take away your car, and I'll take away your money too. Now I know why they call God our "father".
I've also started writing some lyrics in hopes of collaborating with one of my friends to put some music to it. This simple little pleasure actually keeps me up at night. Not so pleasant when my alarm clock starts screaming it's "tropical sounding" ring tone at 6am. I'm beginning to really hate that sound ...
P.S. - On account of all of the dreary posts I've made this past month, I'm making it up to you with the image above, a dog with no patience, covered in spaghetti.
Smile!
