The difficulty of blogging is finding a correct balance between retelling simple, day to day events, and finding deeper reflections from one's day. Since I last blogged I have done a lot of plain and typical things that just don't seem blog worthy. I did enjoy the last few days, but it just seems like they had nothing remarkably special to set them apart from any other time.
Yesterday two friends and I worked tirelessly to create a nice 'bro's pad' under a deck. It is complete with a mini fridge, massage chair, grill, lights, and music. This morning I had to be back at my house before 8, so I walked the two miles, just as the sun was poking through the fog. It's easy to forget how beautiful a peaceful silence punctuated only by birdsong, the rustling of trees, and the occasional car can be. As I was walking up a steep hill I saw a huge crow perched on a giant tree, preening itself. For some reason I was convinced it was smiling, and in any case it was the happiest looking crow I have come across. At the surprise party tonight there were some good parts, but I sometimes feel kind of awkward at parties where I am not close to some of the people. Awkward is not the word, but I guess sometimes I convince myself to feel a little out of place. It really bugged me how some guys keep bringing up the fact that I shoplifted stuff once. I felt ashamed and didn't know what to say or do other than go along with all of them. I hope Emily had a very pleasurable time though! This blog is slightly more rubbishy today than usual, and the song for now is All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix.