passing me by

I've been sitting in the school library this weekend, watching the days literally pass me by. Out the window, I've seen morning turn into afternoon, turn into evening, then night. The days go by slow, but the week somehow goes by fast. As I sit here, I can't help but think of my uncle who became paralized from his mid-chest down after a car accident about 10 years ago. My little cousin was only a baby then, probably doesn't really remember his dad walking. My uncle used to get up in the mornings to play tennis. Now it's hard for him to even pick up an object. I wonder, how many days he's seen pass him by...how many times he's wished to go out and just do something, but there just wasn't much he thought he could do.

It's nice to hear those miracle stories on TV, where the parapalegic all of a sudden works really hard and can achieve amazing things. I think we're not told how rare that is, and that most people fall into a great depression after they've lost their abilities. We don't hear about the people that choose to stay inside their homes all day, everyday, because even the thought of trying something is a depressing reminder of what used to be. I'd have to say, while I wish my uncle was one of those miracle men, I think it's a darn miracle that he's just surviving. Maybe we don't give enough credit for those who manage to just get by, and we really should.

I think my younger cousin needs a hero in his life, but doesn't yet realize that his dad has so many qualities of a hero. Maybe he'll understand when he's older.

I had brunch with my parents and brother today, since my brother was in town for the weekend. My mom suddenly said, "If Danny wants to come to your grandma's party, you can ask him to come." My response: "...................." I had nothing to say. Nothing. She only offered because my grandma put her in check this morning. Either way, it's too late. I told my mom she could invite him. Later this morning, I told my mom we should go to the spa to get messages after my finals. She said no thanks and said it was the biggest waste of money. This, coming from the lady who's already been to the spa several times with me and several times on her own, all of a sudden thinks it's a waste of money. Who's the child in this family? My parents act like kids sometimes.

This guy at school was joking around with me one day last week and said I have COU complex. I had no idea what that meant, but I told him I'm sure the "u" stands for "underappreciated." He corrected me. COU means center of the universe. Nice. Perhaps I have that too. Either way, the universe keeps passing me by as I sit here, hoping for a 25 page research paper to just pop out of me. It would be nice if I could put together all these blog entries and call it a day.