This past week was the onslaught of midterms, papers, and book "reflection" papers. (I gave the quotes around that word because apparently, according to my last paper's comments and grade, do too much reaction to the text and not enough "reflection"...no I’m not bitter though.) It was a crazy week of drinking way too much black tea, MDX, and doing pushups to stay awake…my stomach hated me this week, my triceps didn’t. I found myself answering the “Hey, how are you doing?” kinda questions with this phrase on multiple occasions, “I wish I could stop time for about 8 hours.” That sparked a conversation with my friend Chad at one point and we discussed what we would honestly do. This last week on a way nerdy and practical level, I would have worked for about 3 hours and took a 5 hour nap. But, in general here is the real answer:
I’d take an illegally fast private jet to Pacific Beach, San Dee, CA with Lindsay. On the plane I would play "would you rather" games with her, laugh, and read a bit. Once arriving, I'd get a carne asada burrito and rolled tacos with guacamole and cheese from Santana's and we would go to the park nearby to have a delicious lunch. Afterwards, I would work with Lindsay on her right handed lay-up and shoot some freethrows. Then after a bit, we would head to PB and walk on the beach till the sunset.
(I suppose that my answer also implies I have an unlimited amount of cash at my disposal.)
What would you do if you COULD stop time for 8 hours?
Looking outside today I see the sunny 75 degree/5 mph breeze perfection. It is definitely one of those days that you are glad to be alive.
From Wilmore, with Love.