Saturday, February 6, 2010

University of Dallas at a Second Glance

Last night, when I checked my phone before going to bed, I found that I had one missed call, and one unheard voicemail.
The voicemail was from my older sister, and aside from asking me the typical “how are you doing?” and all that jazz, she invited me to come visit the University of Dallas over Spring break.
I know I said earlier that I probably wont end up going to the University of Dallas, but I couldn’t help but feel a little excited about going to Texas, seeing my sister, and meeting her friends. It made me reconsider going to the University of Dallas, and I would probably consider the university more seriously if they only had a tennis team!

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Tennis in College

I have run out of colleges that I want to look at. I guess there are a couple more I have yet to look at, but I really don’t want to talk about anymore colleges until I get a list of colleges from my tennis coach, Joe.
I was talking to Joe about how I was thinking of playing college tennis, but that I didn’t really know what colleges to consider, and so he told me that he would research colleges and make me a list of several for me to check out. Well, he has had the list made for almost two weeks, and even though he has had many opportunities (I see him about three-five times a week) he keeps forgetting to bring me the list he made out.
Last night I was at the local tennis club, and reminded him about it, and he told me that he would bring it on Sunday, and if he forgot, than he would do push-ups.
I fully expect that I will have the list on Sunday, because Joe is the type of person that makes students run, do crunches, lunges and push-ups, but he never does any. So for him to say that he’ll do push-ups must mean he’s pretty serious about bringing me my list! Though, I desperately hope he forgets, because I would love to see him do push-ups!
I am really looking forward to finding out what colleges are on his list. He said they are all in the Midwest, which is fine with me, because I think I probably want to stay relatively close to home, as long as its not too close to home.

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Moving On

I remember, when I was younger, I used to believe that I could stop, or at least slow time simply by sitting down and pressing my feet against the floor or air, like the breaks on the car. Well, surprisingly enough, it didn’t actually work. Despite my desperation for time to slow, it didn’t, nor did it come to a stop. It went on, and I with it.
Sometimes I wish I could start life over from when I was about five years old, knowing then what I do now. I know what I would do differently. But if I were to do things differently, I wonder how I would be different from who I am today. I think I would be a more appreciative person, because if I were to redo most of my life knowing what I know now, I would make myself savor the moment. I would appreciate life and living on God’s green earth more. I wouldn’t be in such a hurry to grow up.
“The hardest part about growing up is letting go with what you have been accustomed to and moving on with something that you haven't experienced yet.”
This quote describes my apprehensions about growing up perfectly. Sometimes I feel so down on life merely because I feel like it’s almost over, when in reality it’s only just beginning. And maybe that’s what I find the most terrifying, the fact that after high school, my life really begins, and beginning something means not necessarily knowing where you’re going, or what will happen to your life. They say that ignorance is bliss, but right now, it feels more like torture.
I don’t want to come to terms with reality because it feels like if I do that, I’m accepting that life does go on. I don’t want to accept it, I wish I had the power to put my foot on the brakes of time, and slow down this rollercoaster ride we call life. Because for seventeen years I’ve been living my life in the fast lane, and now, I see that I may have been a little too eager to grow up.
I consider my future and all the different changes that are going to consume my life in the next year or two, and I try and think of something to hold onto, something that I can hold onto forever, as a reminder of who I was, and how I came to be who I am. There is nothing I can do to stop the inevitable. I have to move on.

I could not find an author of the quote mentioned previously, but I copied it from the following web address, (

Thursday, February 4, 2010

"Food 911" with Tyler Florence

I made dinner for my family last Monday, and in doing so, I decided that culinary arts are probably not something I want to pursue with.
I made a rosemary and mushroom steak with Pinot Noir wine sauce dinner that I used to make when I enjoyed cooking more. I think my interests have definitely changed since the sixth grade (when I first became interested in culinary arts) though, because I found cooking dinner very tedious and something I probably wouldn’t want to do everyday for a living.
It’s interesting to think about though, because I remember when I used to love watching “Thirty Minute Meals with Rachael Ray,” and now, if I happened to be channel surfing, I wouldn’t give the show a second look. It just seems weird to me how drastically some of my interests have changed since the sixth grade. Now that I think about it, I can’t believe how long it has been since I was in sixth grade! When I think about that year, it seems like it was only two or so years ago that I was a newbie in middle school, but really it’s been about five years! They say that time flies when you’re having fun, but I think it’s also accurate to say that time flies when you’re growing up.

Making dinner used to be something I looked forward to doing. Last week when I made dinner however, I remember regretting that I had told my mom I would make dinner. Here is the web address to the recipe I used in making the steak dinner. It’s a recipe I have used before, and it is by Tyler Florence.