Wednesday, January 30, 2008

really poor advertising.



not what you think they are.

i attended a men's game dinner at my church the other night. it's the one night when all the hunters bring in their recent killings for everyone to eat.

i'm not a hunter, but i enjoy eating.

Monday, January 07, 2008

so this is the new year.

i often get chastised for my current living situation. i dropped out of college (for reasons i can justify). i work full-time. i make decent money. i don't have any substantial bills. i'm happily single. i still live for free at home. and i still drive the same decrepit car i've been driving for the past 5 years. some would say im stuck in this situation. lacking any real goals or aspirations. others would say i am immature. not ready to be on my own. not ready to manage real responsibilities.

listen. all of these people couldn't be more wrong.

this would take too long to get into, but i can assure you. leaving zion was a smart decision that I probably should've made a semester earlier.

i hate going to my job everyday. it's not a bad job. i get paid well for hardly doing anything. but talking to people about passports is not my passion. and it is not my calling. yeah, i could move out and buy a nice car. one with a radio. but i have bigger aspirations than that. i can't help but feel sorrow for the people at my work who absolutely need that job in order to survive. as embarrassing as my car can be sometimes, i have no plans of making passports my life just to own a nicer one.

would it be nice having a girlfriend? yup. especially if she's good looking. but do i need one during this time? nope. and it certainly wouldn't be fair for her to have to ride in my car.

my job. this situation. is temporary.

2007 was a year of rejuvenation. getting myself to the place where i can go and do something that i'm passionate about. 2008 will most likely be a year of some important decision-making. Like what school to go to? Or what tattoo should i get on my neck?

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