I Can't Believe its Not Butter...Its Cinna-Butter!

I secretly have a "Blog War" with David Heffren. He doesn't know about it(well, he might not if he reads this post like a good friend would). I saw that before tonight, we both have posted 11 blog posts so far this year, and as I walked into our dorm room, I saw him writing a new post. I can't let him write more blog posts than me, so I decided to write one. I know that people usually write when they have something of importance or meaningful on their minds, but I am competitive by nature. So I guess you could say this post was born out of spite for David Heffren. So take that four-eyes.

As my collegiate career is coming to an end, I have unfortunately just now discovered two important truths. First, the cinna-butter (a delightful combination of brown-sugar cinnamon and butter) that is in the cafe is very tasty. I spread that stuff on my toast, and it is a great dessert item. Apparently, the cinna-butter has been in the cafe my entire four years at Ozark, but I just now discovered it. The second discovery has also been around my tenure at OCC...the drive-in theater. For only $6 I saw Date Night and Clash of the Titans. I went with my blog-foe, David Heffren, and two other friends Kinsey and Lindsay, who we call "Doo." We all sat in some lawn chairs and enjoyed the movie. It was a great time.

I'm trying to hang out with more people before graduation on May 22nd. For instance, right now I am sitting in a room writing this post on my laptop. There are 5 guys in here, and we are just taking turns playing Call of Duty on X-Box. Earlier tonight, I played some cards with people and afterward we went to the Bell. As I was in line waiting for my scrumptious 5-layer burrito, I thought of my life and the many rite of passages I have undergone. I also realized the similarities between my life and the three hour drive from my house to Ozark. You see,the first hour of my trip involves different turns and exits while the final two hours is just one straight shot to Joplin. That is just like life. At the beginning of our lives, we go through many rite of passages. At the age of 5, we go to school. When we are 13, we enter the world of teenagers. Our 16th birthday brings car keys. When someone is 17, R-rated movies can now be seen in the theaters. Smoking and voting is now legal when some becomes 18 years old. Twenty-one is the age when young boys and girls can now OFFICIALLY drink. Renting a car is now possible for those who turn 25. And if you are very eager and motivated, you can run for presidency at the ripe age of 35. And the final rite of passage that everyone is looking forward to: Senior Citizen Discounts.

You should kind of see a trend. The older you get, the less Rite of Passages and perks you get. Just like at the beginning of my drive from my house to school that includes many turns and exits, the younger we are the more exciting and rite of passages that are present. I'm sure this is all kind of confusing. What I'm trying to say is that I'm on the second leg of my "drive." The final two hours of my drive is just kind of boring and monotonous. Basically, all i have to look forward to is rental cars and senior discounts.

I know this might all sound pessimistic and for that I am sorry. But I guess I just realized that I am on that 2 hour part of my lifelong road trip. I can make the most out of this time or I can feel sorry for myself and just live life to die. Personally, I think I will choose to live life to live it to the fullest.

I Can't Believe its Not Butter...Its Cinna-Butter!