Heyy there.
Haha, ok. I'm going to babble about something that ALL of you (and I can guarantee that now, and if I'm proven wrong, then er, this is a faulty guarantee) will not care about this. DA VINCI CODE QUEST (that's right, phuc. that's effing right)!!!! I'm aiming to achieve the beloved goodness of this:
via the completion of 24 puzzles related to the Da Vinci Code movie and being one of the 10,000 Top Finalists. Note that being a finalist is NOT random. It is, in fact, a time-sensitive contest. I've so given up on the grand prize, so I want that cryptex replica... very bad. And I don't think passion Christa has reappeared in a while, but here she is now, wanting that $30 babay for FREE. So it, in fact, has an outline set and ready to prepare and assure that I am one of those Top 10,000 finalists.
OHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOO.
Now I’m gonna get rather sentimental on y’all.
...Because, well, it's rather amazing.
I would always assume, on some level or another, that I never really had the power to impact anyone. I thought that I'm one of those people that do nothing better than blending in a crowd, unable to help anyone stand on their two feet, let alone keep on my own all by myself. I always half-assumed that the things I had to say--or not say, in some cases--never really affected anyone, neither positively nor negatively. I supposed I lived in a world apathetic of me. It's a part of me that contributed to the cup half-empty.
On that note, AOL for me has been half-dead for five forevers and a day because of bummy People PC. I don't quite recall the last time I checked my mail besides that one time I just skimmed through and got rid of obvious SPAM. So I probably overlooked those dozen e-mails from different people that were filled with poignant and heartfelt feedback towards things I had to say. I wouldn't be surprised if the first time that I really got it was that time today that my jaw dropped during lunch whilst on the computer, causing me to be late to class, although worth it.
Because I think I didn't quite get it when I would walk through the crowded middle and high school hallways all those years. Maybe I overlooked the value of every tear that dropped on my shoulder and of every hand I held to help appease fears. Maybe I was to casually overlook those earnest compliments and sincere gratitude that I took as something handed out like fliers, because I was too blind to understand the value of those words.
For that, I apologize.
I’ve been brought to tears by “thank you”s and “I’m proud”s numerous times in my lifetime. There’s something fragile in the way words are said, when “thank you” is meant for everything you are. You are going to forget me, I can almost assure that if you all weren’t such persistent bastards that I can’t help but love, but there’s something absolute and overwhelming on all levels about know that I did something. That all this time I kept thinking that when I die, life will just be over and I never did anything for anyone, and I’m just going to be nothing, but I’m wrong. I can finally say that to myself, and believe it, because I finally get it.
For that, thank you.
Today's lesson: Please see above.
don't forget to remember me
Bye for now.