Notes

12:50pm. I am staring into the eyes of a former instructor. He claims that he fears me. But he's a red-head. So he has no soul.
The primary recollection I have each and every time he crosses my path is the time I gave him a very special gift. A sign that says "I AM DAD. WITHOUT ME, YOU ARE NOTHING" I'm sure it's hanging in a plaque in his home. It should be because he's that kind of guy. That and his 6 children should be reminded on the daily. We all know that momma is more deserving though. "I AM MOMMY. WITHOUT ME, YOU ARE NOTHING"
One day, I'm going to have a plaque like that.
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I'm on my way to class and I stumble across a dandelion. I vow to return to make a wish.
It's 2pm and I'm out of class. I return to the flower patch and retrieve the dandelion to do what I intended to do.
I wish for her.
Note: There are red flowers in the flower patch. Verené wants a patch of red in the future monochrome/modern home.
2:30 I am whining and making strange noises
Friend: "I didn't know I was friends with a horn"
I lean in to whisper "Horny."
Soon after I was commented on my tiny feet.
I'm taking a nap
2:45 I was awakened. I noticed a bug on the other side of the glass window. *gasp* A bug!
"Is it that fascinating?"
Yes. I look back to see the buggy had gone away. Aww...I thought we were friends!
I glance back once more to see it dancing back up the window. You're back! Hello friend. I hope you have a nice life.
4:20pm (raise it) Flashback to a time when a friend of mine discussed his incompatibility with certain women. The one thing that stuck out to me was his claim that "There is a girl out there for everybody." (Aside from those that are in no means attracted to women) Made me contemplate my kind of girl. More specifically about the one for me. Though I'm highly aware it's a longshot, I'm hoping the beautiful little lady wrapped around my fingers now will stay. "You have to dream big," she says.
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4:35pm I was approached by an acquaintance. We rarely talk but we engaged in a semi-deep conversation about life. Whether or not people meet for a reason. How we're able to learn lessons from everyone. Relationships. Mental stability. She shared a poem with me. Told me it took her half a year to show it to someone as it delved into her deepest thoughts, insecurities, and yearning to live and love. Why me? Out of all people, why share it with me? I strive to be a person that's easy to talk to and non-judgemental. Supportive and willing to listen. But it's still an enigmatic phenomenon. It's confusing but I love this about myself.
It seems that her and I have like minds. Maybe that's why she felt safe to approach me. Her intellect and train of thought is uncanny.
Told me if I ever needed to talk, she'll be there. I intend to return the favor.
What an interesting character.

It's 5:20pm. I have arrived home and I crave breakfast foods.
I got my breakfast food.
Part of this pancake tastes like a pickle.
As I look out my kitchen window, I take notice of my neighbor, Bill, sitting on his deck smoking a cig.
I've always admired how ancient he was. And still is.
A wise man he must be. I wonder if I'll be able to see the depth of his soul whilst gazing into his eyes. He must have many stories to tell.
It's not the first time I've contemplated over whether or not I should confront him...I wish to do it before it's too late. A vast majority of the things that people regret are the things they didn't do out of fear or procrastination. My neighbors are prone to expiring out of the blue. Most are old and retired. Ever since I've lived in this neighborhood, they'd get knocked out one by one. Time is ticking. I wish to ask him a series of questions as I'd want for him to shed some light upon the lessons he's learned throughout his lifetime.
You can learn a lot from listening. Some things you don't have to learn from experiencing it yourself. I'd prefer not to learn everything the hard way.

I may be forgetful, but I remember the most important things she tells me.
To bluntly put it, I'm not fond of people wasting my time.