until tomorrow...

i can't keep up, i know. well trust me, it's for the best. i didn't want to bore you with my uneventful (except for that red hot chili peppers concert in charlottesville and my speeding ticket), (very) insignificant life.
so i don't know, maybe that extra hour of sleep diminished through the daylight-saving-time switch made me realized that i haven't posted anything here for almost three months now. i've always wanted to write something, but what made it difficult was making that first post of the year, that special new year's blog bang! well, it never came. no fireworks of spectacular prose. nothing special. just this.
it's march. yeah, the year's first quarter is almost gone. wait, what?! no!!!
damn. why is it that time ticks faster when you're on a deadline? let me re-state that- deadlines. no, i'm not talking about my progress report nor my visa expiration, those are being taken care of. i'm talking about that dreadful day when i could no longer say "hi, my name is rob and i'm in the late twenties".  who ever said that only ladies fear the big 3-O is in denial and/or is dead at the age of 29.
the thing is, it's not the number itself. it is the gamut of expectations that come with it. i told myself i would have visited 30 countries by the age of 30 (did i say countries or states, i can't remember. cities perhaps?), have that tattoo before the age of 30 (roy said if you don't have one by then you'll never get one and yes i'm still unmarked), written a film (ngeh!), have that elusive doctorate (em.. dog u ate what?), saved my first million (spent perhaps rather than earned),  lost my virginity (very funny)...

no need to panic, i still have 8 months.  i could still meet those goals.
if not, then what? so what? as i've been told, 40 is the new 30. i could easily do 40 countries by 40, get two tattoos-make that 4, one for every decade- no big deal.  written and directed films... which means millions ($$$)-piece of cake. PhD, PE, JD by 40- no sweat. and yes, i would still have beaten that 40 yr old vir-(not funny)...

well thank goodness, that for every facial line we get comes the realization that all these numbers - amount of money you've made, degrees you've earned, places you've been, times you've gotten laid, are nothing but numbers. everything is (not relative, but) nominal. otherwise, 50 would have to be the new 40,60 would be 50, etc...( i would ran out of skin by then), eternity would be the new tomorrow.