1984 - 2013: 29 years of trying and trying to figure out all the crazy people around me.
Man, I hate it whenever this happens; this journal simply gets neglected and forgotten for a good long while, and creates this huge gap in life activity.
Today is my birthday.
I'm almost 30 years old.
It seems just so much like.....just a couple years ago that it was 2003, I had only been a recent high school graduate and had just seen President Bush give his ultimatum prior to the Second Iraq War.
It seems just so much like yesterday that I was working my first job at that old college bookstore, which the building it was in has been demolished since, happily selling overpriced textbooks to fellow students. Students like I should have been long, long ago.
Looking at my old town on satellite images, it is obvious that it has moved on without me since moving away. My old high school has undergone a nearly complete makeover, to the point where it is now almost unrecognizable. The same thing can be said for the college I used to work at and occasionally attend. My old neighborhood still looks the same, but Google Images hasn't updated the area since 2007. But all in all, it seems like most of the places in the "old country" I used to enjoy while being a young kid are now morphing into something that the train known as time refuses to stop. One day I'll eventually go back and visit, but not yet. But hopefully not to the point where it all disappears and there is nothing left to document with my trusty camera.
There are two things I want to start off doing. One is my A+ computer technician certfication. The second one is going to, and completing, college. Unfortunately, the latter won't happen soon enough, as I still need to revive and rebuild some badly needed study habits. But before that, a problem with my reading must be addressed, mostly geared towards speed and memory retention. After all, it truly is useless to read several pages worth of studying only to barely remember anything you just read. *That* is the root problem that's been keeping me back for over ten years now.
But first thing's first: This. Damn. Factory. Job. Has. To. Go. 10+ hours a day, seven days a week, is not going to be how I will be spending the last of my 20s.
In ten quick years, I'm going to be 40.
F#$K!!!
Today is my birthday.
I'm almost 30 years old.
It seems just so much like.....just a couple years ago that it was 2003, I had only been a recent high school graduate and had just seen President Bush give his ultimatum prior to the Second Iraq War.
It seems just so much like yesterday that I was working my first job at that old college bookstore, which the building it was in has been demolished since, happily selling overpriced textbooks to fellow students. Students like I should have been long, long ago.
Looking at my old town on satellite images, it is obvious that it has moved on without me since moving away. My old high school has undergone a nearly complete makeover, to the point where it is now almost unrecognizable. The same thing can be said for the college I used to work at and occasionally attend. My old neighborhood still looks the same, but Google Images hasn't updated the area since 2007. But all in all, it seems like most of the places in the "old country" I used to enjoy while being a young kid are now morphing into something that the train known as time refuses to stop. One day I'll eventually go back and visit, but not yet. But hopefully not to the point where it all disappears and there is nothing left to document with my trusty camera.
There are two things I want to start off doing. One is my A+ computer technician certfication. The second one is going to, and completing, college. Unfortunately, the latter won't happen soon enough, as I still need to revive and rebuild some badly needed study habits. But before that, a problem with my reading must be addressed, mostly geared towards speed and memory retention. After all, it truly is useless to read several pages worth of studying only to barely remember anything you just read. *That* is the root problem that's been keeping me back for over ten years now.
But first thing's first: This. Damn. Factory. Job. Has. To. Go. 10+ hours a day, seven days a week, is not going to be how I will be spending the last of my 20s.
In ten quick years, I'm going to be 40.
F#$K!!!