Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Um. Hi. Had to go back to see when my last blog was. I didn't think yesterday was really worth writing about, but looking back on it, I did learn a couple things:
1. Macgruber was one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen, but funny nonetheless.
2. My brother is a damn good baseball player.
3. What I always thought was true. Brandon is, by far, the happiest kid on the face of this earth. Yesterday, he won the citizenship award out of his entire school. But it was mainly for being the "happiest kid I have ever met," according the principal. Can't even think of the last time I didn't see a smile on that kid's face. Smiles and laughter make the days go by easier. Thanks for making life better, one smile at a time, kiddo.
Today was a genuine summer day. I played tennis, disc golf, and pool (which was inside but just shut up) and am probably turning more and more black skinned by the day. Also, a couple of friends and I had a quick conversation about people who have changed, but it stuck with me for the rest of the day until now. I learned that there is a large, thick line between maturing, and losing the ability to have fun. Before, I had always thought the two coincided with each other more than just with the term "growing up." But I learned that while everyone matures at one point or another, not everyone keeps that special "fun" factor with them. I wish I could be like Brandon, and keep being like how I am now forever. But no promises can ever be made. "Traumatic events rob us of our innocence," a good friend once told me. Until then, we can only make the most of our time. So go ahead and cause a scene, pull that prank, ask her out, for fuck's sake, take that chance! It may be all that you have left.
Tomorrow night is Round 4 of Denny's. Bob said we have to bring something to read to present to everyone. I always save this kind of stuff until the last minute. Maybe I can squeeze in a little diddy in between work, napping and other things. And this weekend should be dank. Although I'm done with math classes, I know that Eddie Money concert+pregaming+after party=awesome Friday. I'll review my hypothesis and get back to you concerning the validity of my calculations on Saturday. Until then, toodles.