Complement

First off, I cannot, in any possible method, express my frustration and disappointment towards the Edmonton Oilers after tonights loss to the Calgary 'lames. Considering that we SHOULD have won the game in regulation, then having the 4 on 3 powerplay in overtime and not capitalizing, and the cream on top, where NONE of our three shooters in the shootout released a shot. This is all I am going to say, because if I go on, I will just be more disappointed.

Anyhow, before I really get onto what I want to write, my ear is broken )= It is acting up on me right now, too, actually. I'm not sure what happened, but my left ear, when quiet, constantly hears low rumbling noises even when there is no noise. The noise does not go away and drives me insane. That is all.

About time I got to what I wanted to say. An interesting thought occured to me when I was looking back at a couple things; I found an odd way to evaluate who I am as a person, haha. In a main course dish, I would be the "side dish" that you get for free and included in your main dish. Let's use a rib eye steak for example, just because I had one tonight. Usually, when you order these main entrees, you get choices of things such as assorted veggies, potatoes, rice, etc. That's what I would label myself as. So yes, in a sense, I am saying that I am that cauliflower that you eat first to get out of the way so you can enjoy your big ass steak. I'm one of those things you get on your plate that you don't really care much for, it's there and you know it, but it never stands out too much.

So what does this have to do with me? Well, I'm just like that potato, or the coleslaw. In a group of people doing life, I'm just there; you know I'm there, and you know what I bring, but I'm just there as a complement to whatever is happening. I'm no main attraction or the rib eye steak, I just so happened to be included in this deal to give the little bit I have to offer. And to be honest, I don't mind it all that much. I don't like too much attention, and I like to watch people; feeling included is a given for everyone, but I never stick out like those people that you seem to remember for some reason even though you never ever talked to them before. As a huge introvert, I wonder how hard I will hit myself for being so weird and coming up with this stupid analogy, lol.

At last, I am very sad and disappointed to say that reading week is almost over. I am dreading school, beyond belief. However, I have to say that if it was not for this reading week, I would not have learned some very important things about myself. I think that as for now, I will go and be depressed about the failure of the Oilers and the thought of having to go back to school to write midterms.

Bye bye, world.