Nothing's guarunteed, even if it's promised.

Went with my dad today to his appointment and meeting. He's switched careers recently, from a master carpenter to a life insurance salesman. My skepticism prevailed, even up to half way through the appointment with Takeela (yep, real name). I'd hoped this was not another quick fix, miracle solution my dad had "discovered." But then he started talking, and the insurance info oozed. Then surmising training session after the house call further impressed me. Here was a group of people thoroughly invested in a plausible opportunity to make money. Enthusiastic, supportive, and obviously benefitted (several people won cruises), this group congratulated my dad on his abundant success. A woman gushed that he was "so sweet" and "one of those people you can't help but like." Aw... dats my dad.

So, I am inspired in my own job quest, commencing tomorrow. I've got everything googe-mapped, several resumes printed, reference numbers recorded, and craiglist exploited.

Maybe I'll make a pit stop at Maryland's quaintest consignment shop- Mustard Seed! It's been a chunk of time since I've bought any clothes.

I can NOT believe I have three months off! What the hell am I going to DO?! Ok I've got vague plans that include working, reading the 'classics,' eating healthy, finding new recipes and COOKING them, traveling, and working out. OH! Plus I'm going to reteach myself the entire Spanish language in order to test out of it for the Honors College. But, between all this, how am I going to live without my dancers, suities, honors nerds, and tour guides?!

Three months is a long time. Enough for a lot of things to change. I hope one stays relatively stable; even if it has to lie dormant. But that's how it's been for the last two months, with a pleasantly surprising erruption. Mmm hmmm.

Nothing's guarunteed, even if it's promised. So why even say anything at all? What is, IS. What will be, will BE. All I can attest for is the present and the slightly furturistic present. Today, tomorrow, perhaps next week. Forget the rest. Forget the past. It's all a blur of foiled intentions.

That's why I can only be happy as a result of one source.