Goodbye, shoes

I'm not a fan of shoes. When I finally have a pair that I like, I never let go of them. I can't even remember the last pair of shoes that I've thrown away. They disappear by two main ways: the universe or the madre...basically, they either get lost/stolen or simply thrown out.

I like to think about all I've experienced in a pair of shoes--what moments did they bear my weight? When did they support me while I was going through a rough patch? It's a bit strange, I know. But take my Keds, for example. It's torn, worn out, and has its own battle scars. That permanent scuff you see on the side, over there on the left, if from the cobble stone streets of Jerusalem, and the tear marks you see on the right shoe are from a rough fall during a kickball match.

These shoes etch a picture for my own stories. They are reminders of moments, however small, I may otherwise forget of what all has happened in the short time I've had a certain pair of shoes.

The reason I'm writing this is that my sandals are broken. And when I say broken, I truly mean beyond repair from tape or glue (because I've actually tried). It's a bit disappointing in my eyes. In those shoes, I started my first day of college, explored places in five different continents, and they immidiately were one of the first things I'd pack for a family trip.

I kind of feel ridiculous about this, but oh well.

Thanks for the memories.

R&R (Ricky and Reminiscence)

Fondly remembered as...
Ricky: Didn't you have a bitchy roommate at one point? Yeh, the bitch that liked cookies.

Ricky's Morning Song
Jensen Healey?
Justin Hines?
Juvenile Hormone?
Jimi Hendrix?
James Hetfield?
ooh, i know. Josh Hartnett
Good morning!

Vegetarianism.
"I want to start a hindu-friendly version of Chik-fil-a. It will be called Chickpea-fil-a."

When I asked for a Christmas present...
"What do you want? A macaroni picture frame? I can totally do that."

Ricky on my Crush
"You do not love him, you're just twitter pated." (see Bambi for understanding)

My friend Ricky

I have a friend named Ricky. If you have met Ricky--then you know why I fall short of an adequate illustration. I absolutely adore this boy. The other day, Ricky said something ridiculous. He often says something ridiculous that creates a smile and suddenly the day is lighter and a bit more on the bright side. His words make you laugh. Shake your head. And then roll your eyes. All with a smile.

Hence, new tag: "thingsrickysays."

Let's start this with two memorable quotations:

How Ricky says Bye: "Alright, I gotta go...Love peace and chicken grease."

Ricky on Evolution: "If someone was walking down the street and had a nice coat or hat or something it would almost be easier to click a 'like' button on the person rather than complimenting them on how much you enjoy their attire...one day, we're all gonna be social retards."