Leap year

So, today is February 29, a day that only comes once every four years. I just happened to be looking through an old note book and saw something I wrote on the last February 29. It's a typically high school rambling, an attempted insightful passage, in which I questioned what I'd be doing four years from then.
At the time, in 2004, I was sitting outside in the sun, apparently recovering from some sort of strange events from the evening before, sitting very pensively and introspectively thinking about the future.

Today, in 2008, it is again a beautiful day. First thing this morning Jacki caught me in a towel listening to reggae-ska. Then as I bopped around in the kitchen I became a bit over zealous with some hot sauce, realizing that if I put the bottle near my hip and shook my butt it made a funny noise. (fortunately, I still have lips after eating the sloppy burrito-esque concoction) I'm considering drinking a 40 and going to the basement to play with my speakers and cereal.


I wonder, what sort of progression is this?? Where will I be in four years? hrrmmmm.....