its been quite a while since I have actually had the drive/ambition/dedication/need to write here. I try to develop this whole "blogging" thing as a habit. Though, as pretty much all other half-assed efforts that I have undertaken, I have failed. But, no use being hard on myself. All I can do is alter my behaviors for the future. So here I am.
Pretty sure that my body is falling apart. Beer wenching is a lot more physically demanding than I originally remembered. Sure, when I was young + enduring...I got off work and felt tired and shit. But now, I have fucking cankles. hahaha...no, really. Quite depressing, but fuck it. I think its more funny than sad. Just have to get that shit fixed so I can have joints normal size. Rather than that of a 349lb lady. Its my own fault for not altering any lifestyle behaviors to actually heal. Instead, I decided to keep up with my normal amount of physical activity due to my addiction. Now, the consequences I face (which I will officially know on friday) may far negatively outweigh the initial resting period. Whatev though. Not much I can do about it now.
Last weekend I also had this grand realization about life. It was that I am searching for something that I already have. All I want in life is to be happy. Well, as poor and fuct my body is...I haven't been happier in years. I laugh hard, smile often and feel fucking awesome. People work to have nice shit, some security and visit beautiful places. I can truly say that I am living the life of my dreams. Working hard of course, but my job isn't too stressful outside of work where it messes with my quality of life. Other than when I fell asleep last night mid-post and kept having Fado nightmares. haha...Damn them!
Today I am off to Columbia to meet with a former teacher (and group leader) from when I went to Africa. I find out this afternoon how I will be helping to re-brand South Africa. Fuck yeah! I hope its something semi-significant. If not, it really doesn't matter. As long as I am contributing in some way.
Also, I am going to pick up a new Moleskin. So stoked. I have been too poor to get one. Its quite sad because writing is my bread and butter. The only place I have ever had the commintment to write in is my moleskin. So, fuck. I midas well just break down and pay the $18. Though, going up 50% in price over the course of a year is an outrage and I hate taking it in the ass like that. But, as is life.
Ill keep you posted on the Africa thing. And wish me luck with having the commintment to actually study for the LSATS. Otherwise, I may be waiting tables the rest of my life. : (
Later Gators..
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