My almost 3 month anniversary...
Yeah, I broke-off my love affair with livejournal almost three months ago. Thankfully, we have settled our differences and I can now, once again, bring my life straight to your computer.
First, for the straight-forward stuff: Katie wants to break our lease. I think we should, however, that leaves me without a pad in Albany for the summer. Which, I will have to overcome somehow. My buddy Dan is getting married in a week... gonna have a baby girl in september. Jesus, I never thought the day would come when my friends would be gettin married and having kids... I almost feel old.
I'm in florida now, this will be something like my third week. For all of those who have been keeping track of what's goin' on with me, my health has turned out to not be that big of an issue... which in some ways is a relief, and in others... well, it just pisses me off. Now I've wasted another semester. So, that means that I have to take 15 credits this summer, somehow. That way I can be an official sophmore come next fall. It's been a long time since I've been a sophmore at/in anything... let's see... 5 years.
I've just come to the realization that I've pretty much wasted the past 3 1/2 years of my life. I've bummed around, made excuses, half-heartedly started businesses and been generally unhappy. I've pissed through countless thousands of my parent's money and have basically nothing to show for it. I'll detail some of the shit that I've blown money on... money that I never earned or deserved:
A new car x 3
New computers x... well, a lot
A new boat
new shotguns
business capital... a business that was doomed from the beginning
staggering ammounts of crap charged to credit cards.
It has to stop sometime, so it may as well stop now. I never wanted to grow-up and I most likely never will... however, I have to take a step in the right direction.
I now realize that the most entertaining times in my life were never made by money. Shit, there are a grand total of 2 periods of time that I can remember enjoying.
One was spending a summer in Colorado w/ Ben... man, I went out there with 100 dollars in my pocket. I bought a fishing license for 14 dollars... I went home with 86 dollars, a belt buckle and a shit-load of memories. I worked my ass off, building fence half the time... I never needed to get paid for it and I'm glad I didn't. It was a summer that I can look back on and say, yeah... I might have hated hurting like hell when I woke-up in the morning... I didn't particularly like haulting tons of hay around in a big ass truck that smelled like mouse crap with only an AM radio that came in if you properly positioned a coors light can on the antenna; but, I don't remember any of that, the cuts, the blisters.. no fear... I just remember having fun with good people and that's what that summer will always represent to me.
My second would have to be last summer... I worked when I had to.. I made 60 bucks a week, I mowed one lawn for a dude... of the 60 bucks, I spent about 20 of it putting gas in the old red pickup in order to get the tractor to his place. But, man, nothing beats having your own money... not having to ask for shit, just doing what ya want when you please. Plus, last summer, I got to meet the Shaker Road crew... a great bunch of guys that I have become rather close to in a rather short period of time.
So, when my mom asked me, today, what I plan on doing in the future... I came to this realization, and I almost broke-down. I know what I'm doing with my future. You, my faithful livejournal readership, must help me get there.
I'm finally going to properly utilize the money that my parents are willing to send in my direciton. I'm gonna go to school, I'm gonna hit it hard. I want to graduate by fall 2008... that means summer classes and all that bullshit, but it needs to be done.
I need to lose weight, if only to keep myself off of dialysis 15 years down the road. So, when I get back into the swing of things... I need a couple of you assholes to push me hard. Don't let me bitch and moan and what have you, make me do it. Withold beer, that always works.
I have gotten exactly 3 calls since getting to florida... thanks to Sarah. Everyone else, phones work both ways... bastards.
Tomorrow, Dan and I commit our last bachelor-like act... we're going fishing, and we'll probably stop at the snook inn and have a beer... man, I'm gonna lose a fishing buddy.
Thanks for listening to my rant... take it however you like... but I need to change... gimme a hand. I can't take the uselessness anymore.
First, for the straight-forward stuff: Katie wants to break our lease. I think we should, however, that leaves me without a pad in Albany for the summer. Which, I will have to overcome somehow. My buddy Dan is getting married in a week... gonna have a baby girl in september. Jesus, I never thought the day would come when my friends would be gettin married and having kids... I almost feel old.
I'm in florida now, this will be something like my third week. For all of those who have been keeping track of what's goin' on with me, my health has turned out to not be that big of an issue... which in some ways is a relief, and in others... well, it just pisses me off. Now I've wasted another semester. So, that means that I have to take 15 credits this summer, somehow. That way I can be an official sophmore come next fall. It's been a long time since I've been a sophmore at/in anything... let's see... 5 years.
I've just come to the realization that I've pretty much wasted the past 3 1/2 years of my life. I've bummed around, made excuses, half-heartedly started businesses and been generally unhappy. I've pissed through countless thousands of my parent's money and have basically nothing to show for it. I'll detail some of the shit that I've blown money on... money that I never earned or deserved:
A new car x 3
New computers x... well, a lot
A new boat
new shotguns
business capital... a business that was doomed from the beginning
staggering ammounts of crap charged to credit cards.
It has to stop sometime, so it may as well stop now. I never wanted to grow-up and I most likely never will... however, I have to take a step in the right direction.
I now realize that the most entertaining times in my life were never made by money. Shit, there are a grand total of 2 periods of time that I can remember enjoying.
One was spending a summer in Colorado w/ Ben... man, I went out there with 100 dollars in my pocket. I bought a fishing license for 14 dollars... I went home with 86 dollars, a belt buckle and a shit-load of memories. I worked my ass off, building fence half the time... I never needed to get paid for it and I'm glad I didn't. It was a summer that I can look back on and say, yeah... I might have hated hurting like hell when I woke-up in the morning... I didn't particularly like haulting tons of hay around in a big ass truck that smelled like mouse crap with only an AM radio that came in if you properly positioned a coors light can on the antenna; but, I don't remember any of that, the cuts, the blisters.. no fear... I just remember having fun with good people and that's what that summer will always represent to me.
My second would have to be last summer... I worked when I had to.. I made 60 bucks a week, I mowed one lawn for a dude... of the 60 bucks, I spent about 20 of it putting gas in the old red pickup in order to get the tractor to his place. But, man, nothing beats having your own money... not having to ask for shit, just doing what ya want when you please. Plus, last summer, I got to meet the Shaker Road crew... a great bunch of guys that I have become rather close to in a rather short period of time.
So, when my mom asked me, today, what I plan on doing in the future... I came to this realization, and I almost broke-down. I know what I'm doing with my future. You, my faithful livejournal readership, must help me get there.
I'm finally going to properly utilize the money that my parents are willing to send in my direciton. I'm gonna go to school, I'm gonna hit it hard. I want to graduate by fall 2008... that means summer classes and all that bullshit, but it needs to be done.
I need to lose weight, if only to keep myself off of dialysis 15 years down the road. So, when I get back into the swing of things... I need a couple of you assholes to push me hard. Don't let me bitch and moan and what have you, make me do it. Withold beer, that always works.
I have gotten exactly 3 calls since getting to florida... thanks to Sarah. Everyone else, phones work both ways... bastards.
Tomorrow, Dan and I commit our last bachelor-like act... we're going fishing, and we'll probably stop at the snook inn and have a beer... man, I'm gonna lose a fishing buddy.
Thanks for listening to my rant... take it however you like... but I need to change... gimme a hand. I can't take the uselessness anymore.