Today is more like a dream; no, more like a vortex that we have been sucked into. But I know for a fact that today is not February 29th, because that day simply does not exist.
Leap year. How ridiculous. The Roman calendar which we live by, adding up the six hours we leave off of every official year, tying those hours into an entirely new day. Or any talk of Sadie Hawkins or this being the day that a woman can propose to her lover. Psshh. I don't need a particular day to propose, sweetie.
Nah. Don't write me off as crazy, yet. All that makes sense, well the calendar and additional hour stuff does. But I'm still pretty sure that today isn't real and that whatever you do today will have never happened come tomorrow. None of it is real.
Anyway. Happy Leap Year, hope you are having a great fake day.
Rodeo season has kicked off, and I am now on my way to the Houston Livestock show and Rodeo because my brother is in the Calf Scramble tonight. That's the event where all the kids chase, tackle, and halter calves, if you weren't aware. The kids who catch are awarded money to put towards a cattle project in the FFA. I was in about eight scrambles my freshman year, and never caught. Running and tackling are not my forte, but it's a lot of fun to do and watch. That all is besides the point. Rodeo. I have enjoyed being involved in the rodeo the past several years. But Frankly, I'm a little bit tired of it. There aren't any concerts I really want to see this year. I'm not all pumped about showing. I'm dreading he countless I will have to spend walking up and down the fairgrounds. But I'm trying to remember that it is my last year and I need to enjoy it.
I plan on bungee jumping very soon.
I have nothing else to say really. I just needed to write and stop neglecting any of you bosses who actually read my splurges. But since I was talking about the Rodeo, I think I will leave you with some fun photographs of me petting some zoos yesterday.
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