Cinnamon Apple Tea, if you're asking

Alright. Since this thing is pretty new, I figured I'd break it in with a series of random Topic-A-Day posts, or maybe even bits of useless (and awesome) information about my life, kinda like Sarah Morrison only... obviously less awesome.

So, to start it all off... I've got a creepily vivid memory for things I don't need to remember. But important dates, kinda like Birthdays, Anniversaries, or anything that doesn't have to do with 90s music or what kind of tea I drank last week -- total darkness. I always wondered if it were a selective memory problem. My parents liked to tell me that it was, especially when it came to Math homework.

Because Math is evil.

It is. It revolves around numbers and theories that make no sense in my brain no matter how many times I rehearse them. I've gone through a lot of Math teachers and just one tutor. Nick was my Math tutor for a really long time, and the only person who could ever teach me a quadratic equation. That's big shit. Have you ever tried one of those? I don't think I have in a couple of years... but I bet if you put it down in front of me right now I'd know exactly what it was.

I guess that's kinda like High School. It's been a little over four years since I've been there and today Melissa's going back there for some kooky college class about educating geniuses, or something like that. I never was one so I wouldn't know. But I do know that the big thing to do was sneak off to Wendy's for a frosty at lunch time. It's still kind of funny to me... there was this whole backwoods underground railroad to get there, and this giant rig they had set up for those project adventure classes in gym. It was all spraypainted and disgusting, probably rusty too, but I didn't go to a rich High School so I can't complain. It could've been worse.

I'm glad I'm old enough to say no to things like Project Adventure and Math. They sucked. ... A lot. But I guess it also teaches you that sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do, no matter how much you hate it or kick your feet. And usually in these situations there's some kind of bit about always having someone to catch you. I'm not sure I can really believe that last part yet, about the catching. People slip up a lot.

People are also really, really good to each other deep down inside. Which is why I look for nothing more than disingenuous people with good intentions and warm hearts. No matter what kind of skeezebag asshole they seem to be, they've probably got friends somewhere that respect them for the skeezebag asshole they are.

So in the end... love each other and study more Math. At least you'll be able to count change when you hit up Starbucks.