I recently was in the paper and on yahoonews for going to Denny's free Grand Slam Day. It happened to be the same day as my birthday, so that was a plus. The next day, everyone was talking about it, but now, almost a week later, things are back to 'normal' and I learned a very important lesson: You may act cool when you're on top of the world, but what happens when you sink six feet under? What do people say about you when you are just being yourself and nothing special happens in your life? Your actions everyday when no one is looking matters more than when everybody forgets your name and treats you a little less than you deserve.
Now, those articles are memories that my friends and I reminisce about. They only matter between me and the people who are there for me in spite of the things that I do.
