I find it paramount to put here Backstrap is indeed pretty nice. I have really enjoyed the taste of the smooth venison as the flavor melts into the bones, metaphorically speaking. This delicacy however is quite rare. I have changed my focus to enjoying the time left until I hear back from Towson. There is still plenty of space available in the summer term. That one single document, whether I get accepted or not, will determine if the general population will just see me as another deadbeat graduate or a person who persevered through political turmoil and made a home for himself. It’s been quite, very quiet. I have been getting no urgent mail nor any need for labor has been required of me yet. If I was to subjectify the document, she would still be a she, the wondrous she that will fix my economy. Her arrival has been a bit late but the villains don’t win because they are weak. In sociology, everything looks perfect and is perfect. There are red and white roses growing in the garden, and flourishing. The white rose is blooming and shows evidence of having grown roots. The red roses seem happy after having been cultivated and nurtured. Spring is in full view and no one is in conflict.
Oh, my little Tiger, won't you come to me
While I eat my fruits in the garden, under a tree
I am waiting here for you, I have all the remedies
Let us make this life bright together, like the Roaring 20’s.
Everything is in full bloom, and points to life,but I do not think I have any more Ace’s either. I think this rejection would be a huge blow to my economy since I put everything into it.
The best and last stretch option would be to give admissions staff an ample amount of liberty without me in it, especially since the weekend is coming. I have poured over hundreds of parliamentary documents and watched films. I have studied my political guts out of all forms of government administrations. I have also peaked my ability to perform. Seems like it would all be in vain, starting from 0. I think my books are rusting too. Some of them were written in the 1600’s. Some from the first A.D. Hobbs and Moses will roll over in their grave and ask Emerson Ralph, a pass of the spliff before they blow their skulls one last time at the colossal failure that will likely ensue. You can never be prepared enough, yet I have stretched the limit. The best part about it all is that the ball is not in my hands. Nothing is expected of me. I’ve put my best foot forward. It's like asking someone to walk across the continent after you tell him he might or might not eat with you. I have finished the walk and reached the state, except this time, there is nowhere to “turn back to”. I know for a fact all forms of politics at this point are just talk to cover the air, especially since there is nowhere to lead or follow. All talks of business are useless too, the money has yet to materialize. Without an in, it’s just another great journey nowhere.
My mind still lingers on how good last night's meal was. The delicate taste and the soft meat is still haunting me.
Chapter 20 - Finish brexit or no dice
I seem to be going through a little hiccup of a problem. As the days dawn closer and closer to when I might get my armada back, I can't help but linger on the possibility that it might happen. I spent all my time preparing for what I should do incase It might not happen. I have forgotten to account for what I should do, that it should happen. My thought process however cannot help but swim on the possibility of whether or not I should be preparing a scapegoat or a safety net plan just in case I do get my ship back. I can sail straight through to where I want but there is also the matter of expenditure where even when and if I have my ship in hand, It will not leave the coast for two months which leaves me with the thoughts of what I ought to do after. My first reflection lingers on making amends and saying goodbyes one more time to everyone, to sail off into the sunset so I can take on the world. Classes start May 31st, and I doubt I will be allowed to set my sails until then, one of the main reasons being I really do not want to. I haven't left home in a long time. The last time I shipped off, I was out for a grand total of 3 weeks before the whole thing sank to the bottom of the oceans, I was the only survivor. My most successful adventure took place between 2013-2015 where I was out in the waters for a grand total of two years and I ventured endlessly into the far reaches of the world. My ships were loaded to the brim with gunpowder and resources of tremendous value. To be clear, the problem, or the issue at hand here is not not having my armada, its actually having it. I have not prepared for what should happen if my plans should indeed work and I have the keys to the engine in about 3
weeks.
The only solution I can think of here is to stay the course I have been on for the past few months.
In political language, a hard brexit will be detrimental and hostile no matter which way we look at it. We have to find a way to get the deal to leave, and if not, leave either way. This outlook
also has a blindside however. The answer lies in whether the exit should be prepared on or after the deal has been presented.
If we manage to get the deal on the specified day, we would still not have any resources to leave.
Which leaves the conjecture, the utmost yet inevitable question, that the procurement of currency should begin soon, especially since we have none at the moment.