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So I haven't updated this in a while. Not because my life hasn't been interesting, on the contrary, my life has been so AMAZINGLY interesting that I simply haven't had the time to write about it.
As usual, writing about my life seems more than a little boring (after all I was THERE for everything watching it as it transpired) so I'll only hit the highlights.
I have come to believe that this year will be the year of The Reckoning. I'm going to have to go to my advisors and talk to them, explaining my grades and why I haven't been in to see them since my enrollment at the university. Ultimately, I'm going to have to answer for all of the things that I've done, or haven't done, and it'll be tough, but this is when I turn my life around. I know I've said that before.
Between climbing and backpacking, I'm getting into the shape of my life. I haven't been lifting weights or running quite as much lately, which I intend to begin as soon as other things in my life have stabilized a bit. I'm losing a bit of my old muscle mass but am leaner than before. I'm sure you can sleep better at night knowing that.
My new apartment is nice, I really like the new dig. It's more than a little than I'd like to be paying, but what things in life worth having aren't? It's just going to be me and Triston. Who I've shared a room with for three years-- but this is the first time I've got my own room. It's a great feeling of privacy and independence, though it's a little more disconcerting knowing that this is probably how I'll be living until I get married. (At some point I might decide to own my own place, since I can't/don'treallywantto fathom marriage at this point) If you happen to be around Davis, come by and see it sometime. I guarantee the fridge will be stocked with all the lavish comforts of starving-studentdome.
I ate crap on my skateboard while being towed by Guiness the Beautiful Lady Pitbull. the right side of my body is covered in wounds that can only be described as "wicked awesome" or, alternatively, "in urgent need of disinfectant". I tell women that I got them fighting a school of bull sharks.
I'm taking a Wilderness First Responder course, need to recertify my EMT and am well on my way to teaching a Wilderness First Aid class next year.
Finally, I've instated a new rule for LJ where I won't type about my love life any more. Everyone's always talking about theirs, and as much as I like hearing about them, there's no need to add one more to the stack. Also, I was reading over some of my very old entries and, given the light of my experienced and ineffably wise perspective, I have decided that my entries sounded like the posts of what philosophers call a "whiny biatch".
Anyway, that's that. If you have any questions about space marines or sticking your fist in a crack and yarding on it, feel free to give me a call.
As usual, writing about my life seems more than a little boring (after all I was THERE for everything watching it as it transpired) so I'll only hit the highlights.
I have come to believe that this year will be the year of The Reckoning. I'm going to have to go to my advisors and talk to them, explaining my grades and why I haven't been in to see them since my enrollment at the university. Ultimately, I'm going to have to answer for all of the things that I've done, or haven't done, and it'll be tough, but this is when I turn my life around. I know I've said that before.
Between climbing and backpacking, I'm getting into the shape of my life. I haven't been lifting weights or running quite as much lately, which I intend to begin as soon as other things in my life have stabilized a bit. I'm losing a bit of my old muscle mass but am leaner than before. I'm sure you can sleep better at night knowing that.
My new apartment is nice, I really like the new dig. It's more than a little than I'd like to be paying, but what things in life worth having aren't? It's just going to be me and Triston. Who I've shared a room with for three years-- but this is the first time I've got my own room. It's a great feeling of privacy and independence, though it's a little more disconcerting knowing that this is probably how I'll be living until I get married. (At some point I might decide to own my own place, since I can't/don'treallywantto fathom marriage at this point) If you happen to be around Davis, come by and see it sometime. I guarantee the fridge will be stocked with all the lavish comforts of starving-studentdome.
I ate crap on my skateboard while being towed by Guiness the Beautiful Lady Pitbull. the right side of my body is covered in wounds that can only be described as "wicked awesome" or, alternatively, "in urgent need of disinfectant". I tell women that I got them fighting a school of bull sharks.
I'm taking a Wilderness First Responder course, need to recertify my EMT and am well on my way to teaching a Wilderness First Aid class next year.
Finally, I've instated a new rule for LJ where I won't type about my love life any more. Everyone's always talking about theirs, and as much as I like hearing about them, there's no need to add one more to the stack. Also, I was reading over some of my very old entries and, given the light of my experienced and ineffably wise perspective, I have decided that my entries sounded like the posts of what philosophers call a "whiny biatch".
Anyway, that's that. If you have any questions about space marines or sticking your fist in a crack and yarding on it, feel free to give me a call.