Sunny with a chance of glasses

Well, it happened again. 

That's probably the fifth time this week.

It was a lovely day on campus...

 'twas absolutely lovely I might add.

Key word - was.

I just got out of class, and I was walking on campus.

The weather was splendid.

The kind of weather that puts a smirk on your face.

And we all know how stupid we look when

we smirk to ourselves.

I was walking amidst the hustle and bustle of students

rushing from class to class.

The college atmosphere is such a wonderful thing.

Most the time...

Off in the distance I saw someone wave at me.

But I wasn't sure if I recognized them.

What a wonderful thing - someone waved at me!

But on the other hand, what if she was waving

to someone behind me?

In these situations I've learned to not take risks.

So I didn't wave back.

I  smiled in her general direction, though.

There I go again... smiling to... myself?

When we were about 5 feet from each other 

she looked awkwardly away.

Then my eyes let me recognize her.

Hey how are you doing!

No, I didn't remember her name.

She said she was doing good as she walked away

I think she thought I was ignoring her. 

Maybe I should get glasses?

I wonder if glasses would help me 

remember people's names better

Oh... that's what her name was.

luke the puke, I am your father

Dear everybody,

I decided to make a blog. I'm hoping that it won't turn into a rant... although at times I think it may. I enjoy writing and hope to become better at the process, so I decided to take my friends advice and start a blog. My name is Luke. Since we're at the beginning of our blogging relationship, I suppose I could let you in on a little secret. My name does not rhyme with puke. You don't believe me do you. Well, I don't want to embarrass you, but I will go into the details if I must. First, say the words out loud. Luke. Puke. Luke. Puke. You really did it didn't you. Now that we're past the embarrassing part, you may have noticed that Luke has an 'oo' sound, where as puke has a 'yoo'.  If Luke and puke rhyme, then I am Martha Stewart. And I am not Martha Stewart. On the other side of the spectrum you may be my father and want me to use the force. Yes, I am Luke. And I love everything about it. Life is good, and I hope to share a piece of my life with you if you'll take it - sometimes it'll be a banana cream pie, sometimes key-lime, and on other days, you get the pie thrown in your face. Whatever kind it is, I've learned to make the best of it. The wonderful thing about pie is that you can always choose what you do with it. You can snarf it down, cut it in little slices and share with the whole neighborhood, or throw it in the face of that one kid next door. I believe that we are all masters of our own fate.  And as for pie, I'll just be leavin mine here on the window - and you can swing on by whenever you feel free to have a slice.

Yours truly,

Luke