What Are You Thankful For?

     It's as cliche as it come, but what are you really thankful for?  Seeing that Thanksgiving is coming up, and it is my favorite holiday of the year.  It might be a random holiday to be in love with, but I do for various reasons.  For the most part, I just enjoy having everyone come to my house.  It seems silly, but having people attend an event that my family is in charge of makes my day.  It's like throwing the biggest party of the year, and each year everyone looks forward to it.  A full night the night before is a pregame of sorts for the big day to come.  The Wednesday before Thanksgiving is typically the night that all of my relatives come into town, and flock ,like wild birds moving south for the winter, to the casa de Pantel for some afternoon story telling and dinner. Why not have a multiple day event?  Its so traditional now, that I couldn't see my holiday week with out it.
     My mom has really dedicated her, I wouldn't say life, but enormous amount of energy it takes to plan this massive event.  She takes off the entire week of and a couple days of the week before, just to clean and make recipes for all the food thats needed to be prepared.  She has kind of built a reputation for having the best holiday of the year in our family.  My mom was designated to hold Thanksgiving every year for the whole family to attend.  All the others siblings get to split Christmas every year.  HA!  Can't compare to the festivities the month before.  For some reason the people gravitate to our simple homey style of living.  We all live the same basic way of just letting things happen and not getting overly stressed over simple problems.  When everybody else would be going nuts on if the turkey is over/under cooked or if they have enough drinks for everyone.  It seems like it always flows smoothly and ends up perfect every year.
     Something my mom and dad agree'd on this year, and was something that made me want to grow up and have that same type of attitude was adding an extra family to the equation.  No they don't have to bring a platter of food, or really any drinks, but they will because of the hospitality.  Anyways my cousin-in-law's mother, brother and wife, and sister will be joining the rest of our family this year.  Pretty miraculous to believe that they would add another four plus people to a holiday evening that should be ready to explode the tension.  They did it.
    It's awesome though to experience, and if I could bring all of my friends I would, but I don't think that would be a possibility.  Let's just say I'm overly excited to smell the Turkey baking in the laundry room, and ready to bust open a cold brewski at about noon and prepare for the evening.

Nothing

What a blog post eh?  I have come to realize that my passionate hate for math runs much deeper than anything i've ever experienced.  It's a never ending battle with numbers that I just can't escape, and when exam time roles around I become a solemn man drowning his eyes deep into the hundreds of pages preparing myself for a half ass grade.  It seems that no matter how much time I put in it alls falls to a mediocre average to just passing grade.  Anything else that takes up my time I can just breeze through and grab an A like a late night snack out of the fridge.  So frustrating to know that you can be so bad at one thing and be pretty solid at the rest.  It may seem like i'm just dragging on about how much I want to rip the square roots, pie, natural and regular LOG out of my book and say peace it.  Many nights I just stare and remember nothing and have a driven image of my steady writing white haired prof that can never get out of the way of the notes I need.  Anyways I have an exam coming up on Wednesday and i'm going to prepare an extra amount of time just to make an 85, but i'll take that for the time being.

On another note Conan O'Brien came back tonight on TBS, which wasn't as huge of a bit as I had expected.  Too many awkward laughing moments and not enough whitty satire, and sarcastic remarks dogging NBC for dropping him without a single warning.  I'm sure it was just getting back to the routine, and working on his humor toward the public view.

Ugh this was a pointless rant but I feel better now.  Why not post something on a blog that doesn't make a difference to the world.  I guess thats my blog!

Experimenting life

Watcha know about having fun?  It has come to my attention that their are two very distinctive ways of having "fun" in the world that i am in today.  It's either the fun with people that are big time party animals or its fun with some buds just kickin back and playing some games or shotting the shit.  I have come to a crossroads, where I've had to learn to split time with these two groups of people.  I have two groups of friends with two completely different personality sets.  Juggling the time between them is tough, but not impossible.  It's hard to keep everyone happy, but you've got to try your best.
    So some nights, I'll go out and knock back a couple cold brews and take the night with the ease of the next popped tab, going which ever way the wind blows.  And on other nights i'll have the bro's over and we'll chill in the living room and just brotime it up, usually with a couple video games, or listen to a soft strummed acoustic guitar by the fire.  It doesn't matter which one I decide to go with on the certain night I know i'll have a good time.  This draws me to an rather simple question, could I ever have my cake and eat it too?  Both groups each night having a heck of a time?
    That my friends is a solid question, I've been anxious to give it a shot, but something always throws me astray.   I think its more of a mental block, because i've had some coincide with both, but their are always a couple of people I don't think would enjoy themselves with the other group so I rarely say anything if I do.  It's a tough block for such a simple answered question.  I'm considering over the Christmas holidays giving it a shot a couple nights and just seeing where it takes me.  Since my parents have the reputations for being the heaviest sleepers in America the extra people should not be of any problem.  God love them and the stuff they don't know that goes on around their house.  Nothing too bad, but i don't know if they would agree with some of the good times that happens when the lights are out in the back.
   Well I'll let y'all know for sure on  how this turns out.  I have a good feeling about it, but only time will tell.

The Value of Patience

I mean why not my first post in month's be something random.  In the past two days, I've had quite the experiences that would test most peoples minds, and most would have been overly upset.  Realizing that it's not all about myself, I have found the way of patience for things.  Waiting in a dully lighted airport in the Midwest, with two bros, watching the flights get delayed every five minutes is not the way I planned to spend my Sunday afternoon.  We made our final landing in Austin late Sunday night, and continued to drive down lonesome highway with a full moon at our backs.  After a seemingly endless day/night double header my morning was just as bad.  Still standing strong and continually optimistic about getting up before the sun broke through the window , I was aroused with a tense moment when I did not have the most crucial spiral that wasn't in my backpack.  Without a second guess of my sleep deprived braincells, I hit the road at 6:30 and drove at least an hour still before the sun broke through the full oak trees.
     All day was dragging on like it had a 45 pound weights hanging on my eyes, but good thing was that I finished all my homework by the time my second class came up.  I skipped the first one for obvious reasons it was at 8 in the morning.  Moving after my last class of the day at 4, I was needing some help with college classes like everyone and their brother was today, and was running late to get advised.  Little did I know that my night would extend into the later hours way before intended.  Being last in line did not seem bad, until I realized a long winded advisor awaited the eight people in front of me.  About 5 deep, I had finished my homework and changed my fantasy team up, so I was hopeless with nothing else to do.  The clocks rolls on another two hours to 9:30 when I was finally called back to talk to the arched back hombre. Took me about three minutes to realize though that waiting for so long paid off, when I spent over thirty minutes chatting it up with this fellow and appreciating his friendliness and  helpfulness.

Pretty wild to imagine that all this waiting hasn't really gotten to me.  I stood strong in the air port when my lack-o-confidence amigo panic'd through our entire final flight, or not minding taking the two and a half our drive to the promise land of College Station, and especially not when I had to wait for a little bit shy of five hours to get settled for four classes.  When you learn that waiting will pay off then everyone will be in a better situation.

We stand as one (More of a creative post instead of a blog entry)

Over the Senior year in high school drew out the emotions of people from depths of our minds.  The opinion of our eyes crisscrossed through the crowds of caps and gowns.  Seemingly endless blues and whites flashed like street lights strutted their slick shoes up and down the aisle to the final hours of seeing their past and what made their futures.  To who we are and to what we will be.  Imaginations  flying through the air, no more pumping egos, or pretty faces just nerves.  Nerves of what stands ahead of them.  What comes next for us?  For  years people have predetermined each and every step you take from one place to another.  From class to class they knew where exactly you would end up.  Here… all standing at the same moment, receiving the duplicated diploma, and taking a last gesture towards the school that did everyone so great.  Nothing will ever compare to the vast amount of memories some different with each person, but all one Journey driven with the same passion.  And now where is everyone?  Scatter amongst dozens of campus’ across the nation from west to east, and everywhere in the middle we represent what we have become.  We as pupils believe in those that preached for hundreds of hours, painting our brains with deep shades of wisdom. Composing a symphony of thoughts and patterns as endless as the ocean, these people taught that we will not falter to further lead the minds of those with past ignorance and to satiate the thirst that many long for and few get.  We stand as one.  One representation to that which we rationally understand and live for.  Thousands stand as One.