Just striving to be all I can be.
There are very things I’m afraid of. Very few. On this short list, you won’t find a fear of spiders, death, or public speaking, but rather things like my fear of failing to live up to my potential. But as it pertains to more relatable fears, there is one that stands above nearly all the rest: my fear of heights.
I want to get a monocle. And no, I’m not joking. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to own, not just wear, a monocle. Why? Simple. As illustrated by
Last night I was trying to figure what to write for The Random, and write it, while watching the Timberwolves game. In case you were wondering, that’s generally a bad idea. I ended up just watching the Timberwolves game. (But can you blame me? I mean, we got a new big three with the addition of Jimmy Buckets, and we also picked up Teague, Gibson, and Jamaal Crawford. The Timberwolves are gonna…my bad. Maybe I should start a sports blog. I go off on so many sports-related tangents in my head…anyway, I regress) But then a car commercial came on…and at the end, as it was mentioning the vehicle’s music functions, I saw two simple words on the car’s monitor: Preschool Popstars.
Is being left-handed a blessing or a curse? I don’t necessarily care either way, but I just want to know. Because I’ve met a lot of left-handers over the years (heck, one of my brothers is left-handed), and I’m not sure if I should be jealous of their advantages or glad I don’t have their obstacles.
Ramen Noodles. There are many other meals that people prefer, and a plethora of foods that are healthier. But if this particular pre-packaged masterpiece didn’t exist, America wouldn’t be quite the same.
How so? The answer is multifold, but a simple answer is this:
I know who Mary Poppins is, but what is she? It may be a strange question to ask but it’s one that’s been bothering me for about…eh, we’ll call it ten minutes now. And I’m dead serious about it.
How did I come to this question?
Simple.
After turning eighteen just a few weeks ago, I’ve found myself reflecting on some of my favorite parts of my younger years. Then, because I’m weird (and embrace my weirdness whole heartedly), I began thinking of my favorite childhood scents. So without further ado, for your reading pleasure, I present to you my 5 favorite scents from childhood.