Life just seems to get more demanding as you get older (then maybe less so after a certain time? like when all your kids are moved out? =), and I think the following is proof. I went to eat at Thomas’ Super Buffet today and got a fortune cookie that read:

You are capable, competent, creative, careful. Prove it.

WHAT?! Since when did I have to prove anything to a fortune cookie?! Jeez…

Ever wonder how good of a Green Lantern you’d make? Sometimes I think I’d make a pretty good one because I can be pretty stubborn and my will often overtakes my want. It’d be pretty cool to conjure up green glowing minions to battle the forces of the evil (or destroy fellow lanterns ;)… and there’s no doubt I’d be better than the black one. =) I’d love to will up many little bunnies to attack people or maybe a horde of Johnny Fives to drive someone insane by continuously and by the millions demand “more input.” No lame simple green beam for me. =)

Only thing is I’m not sure how well my will stands up to physical pain… I think I can handle a variety of pains rather well, but if some super-villian broke my arm, could I maintain a green cast to continue the fight? If I lost something I loved, would my enemies still “beware my power” “in brightest day, in blackest night?“ I would like to think so. =)

Oh, and I think it’d be funny to instantly throw up a brick wall in front of Flash. Haha, silly speedsters.

Happy moment of the day: Solving Rubik’s cube repeatedly listening to “I’m Your Angel” by Celine Dion and R. Kelly (yes, I believe Mark would call me a “fruit bag” for this).

Unhappy moment of the day: Losing sister while jogging.

I’ve known how to solve a Rubik’s cube for so long now that I think most of the algorithm has been stuffed into my subconscious and comes out whenever I’m bored to solve the thing. However, a few days ago, when I was pretty tired, Chad asked me how to do a certain move that I should have known how to do. It was like my subconscious realized it had been discovered and ran off across a bridge over a cliff, got to the other side and burned down the bridge so no one could follow because once I started to try to do the move to show Chad, I was totally blank despite having solved the cube at work a day or so before.

Anyways, I decided to let my mind sit on it for a while and maybe good ‘ole subconscious would come out and show me the tricks again, but that hasn’t happened. As a result, today I sat down on my bed for an hour or so and started fiddling with it and I triumphantly have found a new way to do the move I wanted to do (at least I’m fairly sure it’s not the same way I did it previously). I even found out a faster way to do things when certain patterns come up. Yayayayayayayay.

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Sometimes when I’m just sitting around, I wonder if in a few years I’ll remember that exact moment. It’s kinda like in those movies where you can freeze time and look around and examine things and try to commit that moment in time into memory. Most of the time, these moments are rather insignificant and just little things like random hang out times or even if I’m just by myself sitting and thinking. Will I remember my mood? How I’m feeling? What people are talking about? What my relationship with everyone in the room is like? The lighting, the sounds, the smells?

I guess it brings a sort of peace to me when I just stop and think about how things are going right this instant. How will this moment in time change my future? Will I remember what it was like writing this blog post? The thoughts running through my head that I don’t write down?

Probably not, but I like thinking about it.

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