DISCLAMER: This makes little if no sense at all, but thank you for reading.

Lets try to be nice today. We are all quitting smoking, eating healthier, exercising more and being better brothers. These things are not easy to do, so lets be nice. Today we start over, And right now the Canton region of China rookie cooks are being trained to control there technique with one hand by spinning sand and pebbles in their woks. On a beach thinking only of shimmer of sound bouncing back out of their pan. This is how it has been done for generations. A style that manifest in our culture like baseball or alcohol beyond the calendar. No one here is particularly concerned with how it starts, it seems that with the things that matter, we never are. Certainly not the 20 something bachelors botching some “stir-fry” for a girl he met through a friend on MySpace. Playing a little bit of pretend, convinced her to let him prepare her dinner. Provided that she provided an appetite and some conversation. They will talk about bad habits and past loves about sex and music, Never acknowledging the irony that this begging. This popgun start to a stutter step relationship started with a meal made in a style that had no official beginning.

Im on my couch thinking about how nothing changes, or at least how I dont….much. Im hiding inside listening to old music and thinking about school and the next year of my life, because that is what we are supposed to do today. Im wasting the sunshine and the afternoon because I am too afraid to let go of some of the habits and routines that I have found some kind of validation in. I want to, Really want to Stop thinking so much, or quit worrying about random shit. Put away some more money or spend less time doing absolutely nothing. But this year I have no resolutions, this all makes little sense, but what it comes down to is this, I start School this year again and I am nervous that I may fail because I dont care enough. I think that I do but I am afraid that I may have just settled back into this for no reason other than I had no other reason. So here I am, a pebble in a bunch of sand, spinning one more time in a Wok just trying to believe in a plan. Im just going to try and be nice as we bump into each other amidst the swirl.