It’s worth it.

Is it worth it?

Do it, it will be awesome!

But what if it isn’t? What happens if it isn’t?

It will be, you know this.

How? How do I know this? What makes you so sure?

Because I am scared too! And if I am scared then it must be worth it.

What?

If I am not scared then it isn’t worth it. Where is the story of doing something that doesn’t scare you?

Story? Life isn’t a story.

What have you been learning?

Everything works to my advantage.

So?

So what?

That means that you can’t fail, and there is nothing that scares you.

So then if you aren’t afraid anymore…

…Then you can go further and go bigger!

But wait… Where are you? You are making no sense! Then why are you scared?

I am not scared of what happens if I fail, but what happens when I succeed.

And think “isn’t it so nice that I have a laptop?”

Today is good. I like it when days go good. I got a lot done. I still have a whole lot more to do.

Well the professor is here, it is time to get developing.

That is such a good song. It almost made me cry. For those who don’t know what I am talking about the song is “Oh my God” by Jars of Clay.

“All the cries of thirsty children – this is our inheritance”

Besides that song *slash* cd rocking my soul, (rocking as in what happens when you punch one of those clown balloons with the weight at the bottom.) I also got a pre-release of Isa’s new cd “Isa ~ Raw Sessions”. It is just amazing, you will all have to buy it when she starts selling it.

Well… My thoughts have run out. Or just got tired or something.

Today is Cinco de Marcho, a holiday where Austria legalized Mexican food and found a cure for the purple fever.

Glücklich Cinco de Marcho Day!!!

So it took me an hour and half to drive what normally takes me fifteen minutes.

After a steak dinner and a little women style walk with three and half of my good friends, I decided to go home. So at ten-twenty I left and I drove. Slowly, for sure, there was about two to three inches of snow on the ground. Nice dry slippery snow. I got about a third of the way before the cop asked me if I had chains. I cannot lie “I have not chains!” The cop ruled that I can not proceed without such things, for there was four to five inches now. I turn back from my journey home in confusement. “What shall I do? I shall go get my chains out of my old car!”

As I drive back down the hill to go get my chains, I pass a road and epicness hits me. Visions of people saying “you did what?” in utter shock and me laughing saying “I did. I drove Ward’s Ferry to Yosemite to home.” Since that was a rather long vision, I missed the turn and kept going. A stray thought passed through my head, a news story about some young man getting lost and never being found… I didn’t like that one and since I was already halfway to my parent’s house to get my chains, I figured I should go with my original plan.

As I was on one of the back streets, after commanding a car that they better not stop a few times, I was enjoying the fact that I was the only one driving on the two inches of snow there. Suddenly my phone rings, at eleven o’clock at night! Eleven o’clock! No one calls me, much less that late, and never a girl. Or two for that matter, wanting to see me. Since apparently I just passed them a minute prior, I whipped my car around and went and said hi. That is pretty much what I said, since I was rather anxious to get home.

I got my chains with none the wiser and said good bye to the girls and made my way a long twenty miles to my house. Much driving sideways happened, since driving on driven snow is not as much fun or as easy as driving one fresh untouched snow. But plowed snow is better than snow that has had almost everyone in the county drive on.

I finally got to my house and found out that the snow was only about three inches from the bottom of my door, and my undercarriage was dragging on the snow.

I measured the snow.

Seven inches deep.

Okay… The only thing I miss on my old car is the clearance.