My mom just cooked a fantastic dinner. My dad was arguing with me over lame stuff that I didn't say, but I can't say I blame him. He doesn't like to be wrong, nobody does. I'm his heritage, and I don't like to be wrong. Can't anyone else besides me see where this could develop if there wasn't an angelic figure like my mother to step in and say "Stop." Sometimes it's the other way around . . . but I'll not go into that and continue talking about the fantastic dinner. She roasted these tasty vegetables like green beans (which I typically don't like), carrots, peas, all sorts of things like that, and also had roasted potatoes, and the main dish: the roast beef. The roast beef was so excellent - she put these little cloves of garlic in the sides of the meat and it gave it this rich and tasty flavor that didn't even require the enhancement of smashed tomatoes! (Ketchup).

Anyway, the reason I had part of the title as "the smell of flowers", was that I just finished reading a short article on the 1500s. Supposedly, people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled fairly decent by June. However, they were starting to smell so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom of carrying a bouquet when getting married. I found the idea very interesting, especially since there is the saying of a "June Bride" I suppose.

Now, with those two paragraphs said, I want you all to relate what I just said and tie it all back to modern lifestyle in America compared to that of a lifestyle in true poverty. I was able to enjoy beef, not just beef, but beef that was roasted with vegetables, potatoes, and garlic for hours on a warm stove powered by gas in a house full of electricity. On the contrary, there is a time when people didn't even have running water, and the "bath" consisted of a big tub filled with hot water, in which the man of the house had the privilege of nice clean water, whereas the rest of the family would dip after him in the order of their ages. Today, that would be easily frowned upon, then, it was life as they knew it.

Those kinds of things make me think about myself, and the life that I live as an American citizen. For our population, we supposedly waste the most raw materials and such than any other country. I got that statistic out of Time magazine I believe, but I can't honestly remember. Japan was number one, probably because they have a high sense of dignity in their country. Silly Americans.

I was thinking about my tests and such that I've taken lately, and for a few minutes I was pretty down that I've been getting such low marks. 77 of 100 on my last chemistry test. That's not exactly horrible, but I would have liked to have gotten better. I suppose if he would have actually been in class the last two days of the test it would have helped my grade because I would have been able to ask him my questions, but a lot of it is my fault for not understanding the material before taking the test as well. All that depresses me in a sort of way, then I look beyond it all and think, "What the hell am I getting upset for, I took a warm shower tonight, I went to the weight room before that this afternoon . . . I sprinted against Daniel Dry for a lap, and I've enjoyed the company of my friends both in person, and online. Life is great." How could one stay depressed when they have a life so privileged and enhanced.