Just Another Day, One in Several to Come.

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Before I begin, I want to relate a few stories that happened today....ideally saying them here will prevent me from telling them elsewhere. Scroll down to number 5 to get to the real post if you are uninterested in my day to day movements.

1) I saved $29 dollars at Walgreens today due to coupons. Granted, I still spent $50, but I got a lot of stuff we needed for the apartment in that chunk on change. Special thanks to the darling Mrs. Dohmen for pushing me this direction :)

2) Today began a series of behaviors that may lead me to hate ice less. Or maybe just pickier about the ice. Two reasons: One, my nalgene has a narrower top, as in, its more bottle shaped. When I freeze the water inside, the ice doesn't bash into my teeth. Secondly, I seem to be drinking primarily out of the Kerr jars despite having normal glass ware. These are also shaped such that the ice doesn't come crashing down.

3) I am buying a Hookah. A small one, but a nice one. Im actually allergic to tobacco and dont feel the need to flush my system with nicotine, so no, I will not be using it for that purpose. They sell flavored molasses you can smoke. I am pretty sure I was pre destined to fall in love with some form of smoking-- my dad's side of the family are all tobacoo farmers. Genetics are strange.

4) I am going for three experiments in one summer. Hurrah? I wont write much about my experiments here. Just because I signed something saying I wouldnt.

okay, and number five launches into the real purpose of the post so,

Read On My Patient Friend.

5) I bought my newest clock today, in celebration of the new apartment. My other clocks are still in a box back home, sadly, but I feel this is a good start to this side collection.

I should back up-- I collect clocks. I have since I was ten. I have basically since my adopted-much-older-sister left for college. Interestingly, I hate the sound and it takes way too many batteries to properly operate. So most lay dormant.

This new clock is interesting, think a renaissance clock builder anticipating the 50"s diner look. If no image comes to mind, I apologize, I realize its a strange explanation. It fits my new room well, with the dark wood bookshelf filled with a combination of text books, my rare books, and the ones I just happen to be interested in at the moment along side the almost tweed couch with a glass and gold table and matching lamp. Its basically all 50's-marketing-meets-the-professor-on-the-couch-with-pipe. The remaining furniture is matching dark wood in the white room and the black futon mattress plopped on the floor.

I would have loved to have been a male in Ireland in the 1950's with access to an English (England) education. I feel like my room wouldnt be much different.

Things, as in objects, dont normally attract me....they are just objects and I generally dont put much stock into them. One of my goals upon graduation is to be able to fit everything I own in the back of my car (maybe with the futon on the rack and the bike and some suitcases on one of those shelves off the back of the car...) and drive to where ever I would next call home.

But clocks are different. They hold time. They control the human perception of the human-created concept. After physics this year and the brief introduction to relativity, I both respect and question time more. These clocks, bought at major milestones or gifted from my favorite uncle and grandfather, constantly remind me that time will always move forward.

No, this isnt cheesy, I am entirely serious.

There are moments I want time to stand still, I am sure everyone does at some point in their life. I want to halt it to have time to calm down, to think, and sometimes because I am afraid of what continued time will bring. With my past, in all of its up and downs, I generally can look back and find something to smile about. My future? Who knows. But its going to happen whether I like it or not.

Time will move forward. I will move forward.

The spent waves of freedom will forever lap the ethereal cliffs about me. I have earned my freedom in some things, yet find myself forever trapped upon this cliff face.

I am fine with this. And the clocks remind me to smile, and move forward.

Hopefully on beat :)