Ithacapitulation 2

One thing in my room I forgot to highlight last time was my brother’s housewarming gift for me.

When I first moved to Ithaca, Ivan came with me to help me get settled.  After a long day’s work of buying supplies and picking up things from craigslist, I wanted to stop by the Salvation Army to “treasure hunt.”   Ivan had been set on buying me a housewarming gift the whole day and knew that Salvation Army would be the best place to find some ridiculous item with which to christen my apartment.

At first, he was going to buy something generically and slightly funny (some fruity girly painting with zero lasting value), but judging by his whimpering and pouty lips, even he hadn’t convinced himself it was the right gift.

However, just as we were about to leave, he saw it: the present of presents and gift of gifts.  There would be no discussion.  This was the gift that would motivate me for the school year, if not for a lifetime — the one that would catapult me into greatness… from boy to man.

Think about it: “Believe in the Magic of your Dreams.”  What better display of dreams coming true than Papa Unicorn, with a rainbow spewing forth from his anus under the backdrop of majestic waterfalls, teaching Baby Unicorn the ways of their magical kingdom?

And now, atop the door frame that leads into my room lies my new mantra in life.

Earlier this semester, I dreamt that my dog, Sing Yeah, came back to life as an elephant, and as I hung onto his tusks and swung around, we rode off into the beautiful sunset, together again.

Believe.

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