I was successful in not drinking soda pop for a week, as I had attempted to. The punch that I had at my parent’s house over Thanksgiving had some 7-up in it, but I wasn’t too worried about that.
In related news, Jones Soda is going to transition to cane sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup as their sweetener. Good news.
It’s hard to believe that his picture is 6-7 years old. I mean, really. How could it have been that long ago? (Ugh, that facial hair is _embarassing_ !
to go all week without imbibing any soda pop.
For this morning’s commute, I tossed Joy Electric’s album “Robot Rock” into the CD player. As I was driving to work, I had distinct memories of college playing through my mind, and the smell of spring time. You know how spring smells so fresh and clear and clear and the air is just a tad chilly, but you don’t care because you’ve been cooped up all winter?
I finally realized that sophomore year was the last time that I’d actually put that disc into a player. It’s amazing how memory works. Regardless, I had a nice commute, thinking about all the friends I’d made in my time at Rose.
Combine that with the fact that during the last week I’ve gone through and cleaned out all my class notes, tests, homeworks and et cetera from college (burned it all, don’t need it anymore, just takes up space) and I’m just struck with how very much the people that I’ve encountered mattered to me, and how little effect the coursework really had in the grand scheme of things.
Don’t get me wrong, I feel like I have a good degree and that I’ve a decent command of my field of study. I’m just saying that as time passes and the facts and figures fade, the friendships will be the lasting memories. I don’t think it will be possible to ever relive something like that, the nearness of the communal living with a group of people so alike and yet so different to me. Won’t find it on this side of the veil, anyway.
Flip word rhyme, wrap slap time
Nagi made me do it.