"ASK ME ABOUT MY WISH."

I just completed viewing an episode of "Ace of Cakes." Nothing in that sentence is in any way out of the ordinary, yet the content of the episode forced me to a heightened level of reminiscence.

A little girl named Laura was flown to Baltimore in order to meet Chef Duff and his gang of wiley cohorts, and to construct a jungle-esque monstrosity made of fondant and everything yummy, all in the name of the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

She was so incredibly happy. Every second. I remember that.

There appear to be these considerable chunks of lifestyle or situation that I have, rather seamlessly, pushed aside from my consciousness. Not for any deliberate, emotional, or overwhelming reasoning, but merely because they seem to complicate who I am, what I seek, what motivates me.

That boisterous smile shall not soon leave my head.

I MISS SHAWNEE. AND, I AM NOT LYING.

I am finally home, which will, without doubt, drive me up the wall.

Reasoning: I could not ask for much more than what this last week held, and I can't fathom the possibility that it won't happen again for some time. There is, however, the smallest bit of doubt in my mind that the whole thing was merely whimsical, lackluster fantasy; the kind my heart is built on. But I truly was there, earnestly spent my time, and gradually allow myself to fall back into the mudane feeling that is being alone.

I would curse if I felt as though my fingers could type with any sort of productivity. Lazy, lazy fingers have I.

I'll put pictures of the kitten up soon. He's insane. INSANE.

SO, THIS ONE THING HAPPENED.

Only, I cannot speak of it. Later, perhaps. Now, NO.

Lots of emphasis. Must be a good story, huh?

Oh, when I can finally speak freely of this fiasco of faring, it will prove to be quite the tale of wonder and adventure only imaginable in the minds of...well, in my mind, I suppose. Or the minds of unnamed major corporations.

Here's hoping that unnamed and aforementioned major corporations don't ruin my chances of writing, too.

Down with the man, man.

HIS NAME IS MURPHY.

More. Later.

LET'S CALL IT "BUGG'S BISTRO." YUM!

After seeing this published via the Flagler College website, I decided it was worthy of mention. Or at least the parts that reference our new Specialty Food Location title. Jeebus.

Flagler College Student Center nears completion
August 06, 2007

St. Augustine, Fla. -- Flagler College’s new, multimillion-dollar Ringhaver Student Center is almost finished.

Major construction of the 42,000-square-foot building on the corner of Sevilla and King streets has wrapped up. The center will open its doors this month, offering students an Internet café, modern recreation lounge and more.

“Everything about the facility is exciting,” said Daniel Stewart, Flagler’s dean of student services. He listed a host of new features and activities planned for the center, including Pilates, yoga, aerobics and ballroom dancing instruction; billiard, foosball, ping pong and air hockey tables; movie nights in the domed Gamache Theater; and a variety of food options at Bugg’s Bistro.

The building aims to be the epicenter of student activity on the 2,200-student campus. In addition to the dining and lounge areas, it will be home to the college bookstore, multi-purpose rooms, faculty offices and the student and career services offices.

A dedication ceremony for the Ringhaver Student Center is planned for September. More details on that event – along with the completion of the Molly Wiley Art Building rehabilitation – will be provided as they become available.

For more information, visit www.flagler.edu/studentcenter. See pictures of the Ringhaver Student Center getting its finishing touches here:http://www.flaglergargoyle.com/gallery/student_center_completing.

BUGG'S BISTRO.
Yes.

Seeking a logical explanation of some sort, I completed further research and discovered this little tidbit which provides a tiny bit of evidence in the case against tasty names:

Flagler College honors two alumni
Special to The Record
October 6th, 2004

Flagler College honored two alumni with special awards at the Fifth Annual Alumni Awards Dinner earlier this year.

Yes. Boring. I know.
But here's where it starts to get interesting:

Michael "Mike" Bugg, president/broker of Lifestyles Realtors of Jacksonville Beach, was honored with the Flagler College Professional Achievement Award. The award recognizes alumni who have achieved outstanding success in their career field, as well as having demonstrated exceptional leadership and excellent performance in his career.

After graduating from Flagler in 1978, Bugg began a career with MCI where he earned the Presidential Award for Excellence, MCI's top award, 12 years in a row.

That rise to the top at MCI led Bugg to pursue his passion -- real estate sales. He co-founded The Condo Store, an Atlanta-based residential firm specializing in sales and marketing of condominiums. Under Bugg's leadership, the store grew from two agents to more than 150 agents and sold in excess of $850 million in residential sales.

After selling the company to a large national real estate firm, Bugg returned to the First Coast and settled in Jacksonville Beach where he founded Lifestyle Realtors. His firm specializes in town homes, loft and condominium sales.

In 2001 Bugg turned his enthusiasm for entrepreneurship into a very special gift to Flagler College -- the Michael W. Bugg Endowed Scholarship. The scholarship benefits students who demonstrate leadership potential, entrepreneurial skills and a commitment to the College and/or the community.

It comes as no surprise that campus developments would be named after contributors.
Duh.
But with a name like "Bugg," how tasty can your food be? Seriously?

Thank you, Flagler College.

IT WAS A HIPP SUMMER.

I recognize that I have utilized that punny phrase before, but seeing as the whole process has finally come to an end, I thought I'd exploit it just one last time, and light up the page with some of the summer's finest photographic moments.
Enjoy.

GOODNIGHT WISHES.

I hope there is a day coming along in which people will fail to take me for granted.

Not that I'm much to take for granted, I suppose.

I hate everything about this moment.