I drafted a post about how sad I am to hear that my grandma is no longer with us. But I’m not going to post it yet. Instead, I’m going to post about how much of a badass she was. About how she suffered from diabetes and high blood pressure, how she beat cancer as if it wasn’t a big deal, had enough left in her to raise me, which believe me took a lot, and then gets not one, but two strokes. And yet, she fought on. She fought on for another five muthafuckin’ years.
But no one can fight forever, and two days ago my grandma passed on. Doctors say it was a bad case of pneumonia, coupled with the fact that she’s been in a completely vegetative state for the past four and half years. Nah, no way. I think she just decided it was time for a change of scenery.
Rest in Peace. You’ll live on through me.
I hate that moment when you mentally prepare for something, and then you do it, and all the walls you’ve built up just go to shit.
Dean’s list or die trying.
If you shared anything in the past year, share this. I’ve met Scott Nady personally this past week and he is nothing short of an exceptional person. I could tell you that Scott and his family didn’t deserve this, but I would be lying. Scott sees his son’s condition as a blessing that has brought his family together. I honestly can’t say I’ve met anybody more inspirational than him, and I will personally be making a donation, and I hope that if you can, you will do the same, and if you can’t, share this video so that someone else can.
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“And when that shuttle arrives in Downtown Cabo, the doors open like the floodgates of Hell, and Phi Psi from across the country descend on the strip like a plague unleashed upon the Earth.”
I always tell people not to worry about what could’ve been, because in the end it doesn’t matter. Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder what could’ve been if my admissions process hadn’t gone to hell. Would I be happier? I doubt it. But I can only imagine the type of person I’d be. Maybe I’d be more serious. Maybe I’d be more studious, maybe, but very unlikely, I’d be a bigger slapdick. Maybe my priorities would be different. Maybe my financial situation would be different.
Maybe the old guy from Candide was right, and everything that happens will happen for the best. Or maybe we’re all fucked.
“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
-Chief Tecumseh
Project X turned the entire audience into a party. Bravo.
