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I was informed here that the lasagna would not be ready for another 2 hours, which set off a short arguement with my stomach which landed me at my grandmother's house. My grandmother had promised to feed me, saying she would "throw a little something together". Well, a theory of mine throughout the years is that this woman must have a secret garden in her home. Bursting forth from the cornucopia that is her pantry of mystery was a table of assorted delectable delights. Peaches! Butterbeans! Corn on the cob! Chicken salad! Salad! Rolls! Banana nut Bread! Tomatoes! OKRA! Ahhh, a major miss at school will be grandmother's magical meals from the beyond which seem to materialize at the most opportune times. Needless to say, I came home and helped myself to a plate of the lasagna. This should segue into some humorous granparent stories, but I might find them too numerous to list. Following an argument regarding the time of day's effect on weighing oneself, my grandfather chose the scales at the local hardware store to go weigh himself as he flew out the door. Ten minutes later, the phone rings and he demands that my grandmother guess his weight and he is apparently on the scale in the local hardware store at the time of this call. After she overestimates, he attempts to declare victory, whereas my grandmother pulls out the classic midafternoon weigh-in trump card.

It has once again come to that time of year when my serious illness, "changititis" sets in. Sure, I'm ready to go back to school to a cool apartment with some great friends and have fun and enjoy my newfound free time, but then again, I'm not. I've experienced this emotion at all crossroads in my life where...I am the person who tries to enjoy where I am, because if we don't enjoy the time and place we are in, then we are always looking forward and left wanting. I guess the only bad part is realizing how fast this whole thing is taking place and not really entirely understanding where it is taking me and whats going to happen. I have grand schemes, or rather average schemes that are grand to me, of what I think could and should happen. However, history should teach me that these schemes are nothing but schemes and dreams. I have adopted one new and very real and attainable dream that would make me happy. Alongside this dream that should be realized, I have married a dream that is somewhat farfetched and distant. Both of these can bring me the same level of happiness and hopefully the stars will fall right and both will be fulfilled.

People set their sights wrong on who they want to be important too. Life is basically structured around who you want to view you as important. Many many people are contented being held as important to their children. Others, the one person they love. Still many others, their peers. Other folks, they find they would like to be seen as important by the public at large. And their are still more who want to be important to the "cool kids". There are also those who want to be important to stranegers that their job or vocation aids. A case can be made for all of these. I have decided that a defining, watershed decision in someone's life is choosing who to be important to. Keep in mind, this decision may be altered given enough time and the pure heart making the call. I may have decided who I want to be important to. Granted, it could change as I haven't encountered some of the people on the above list (children, spouse, etc.). If you decide who you want to be important to, and it is fulfilling, the rest of life is gravy.

Everyone I touch turns to dust. Avoid me if you still have the time.