In which our hero explains his predicament
Hello world.
This is an update, to let you know how I am doing.
Things are well.
Actually, that's mostly a lie.
Things are not well in Brandon-land. They are not un-well, but they are not simply all well.
This week is Spring Break. I have been cooking a lot. But all of my productivity doesn't seem to stick around much. Tomorrow I hope to achieve the beginning of my To-Do list, which includes clothes shopping. On that list:
- Shoes (the support is basically gone from every pair I own, and the soles are coming out on one set)
- Pants (not jeans)
- Shirts (things are getting stale)
- Jacket (I am constantly questing for a nice jacket that will fit me properly, and go with most anything)
I was also hoping to put in an application for a passport. I believe that in the future, this item will prove very useful. Especially for spontaneity purposes.
But my real task (which is in desperate need of doing) is the scrap book for Perspectives. I think it's gone on for long enough undone. Thursday will be devoted to this.
Beyond the immediate, I am sort of scrambling for straws at my future. I am planning on staying in the Northwest, because this is where my life is for now. I have ties here, friends, and I don't want to leave. There is something here that I want to explore more, and I don't know what that thing is. I'm planning on going to Seattle for at least a little bit, but there are at least two stumbling blocks there. 1) What am I going to do there? How will I earn my food money?
and 2) Where will I live? Under scoring problems are "how will I get to work" and "will I go to graduate school" and "if so, for what?" and other such considerations. But basically, these two things dominate my future considerations.
Of course, as is usual in Brandon-land, women are confusing. I do not understand their drastic changes, their mixed signals, or their non-committal remarks. It also does not help that my parents are pestering me, and my family in general seems to me curious about these affairs, which puts me off from really trying to talk to them. Shocking logic really.
As everyone should know, Easter is coming. I encourage you all to remain vigilant in searching for the Easter Bunny. His attacks could be aimed at you or your loved ones. Don't laugh, I was once assaulted by the Easter Bunny. I will not forget the injustice. In a way of warding him off, we will be nailing a bunny to the wreath on the door. Hopefully this will deter his ways.
Another interesting reverie that I have been plunging into as late is my own identity. I've caught myself flipping through pictures of myself from high school and during my time at college. I've noted my hair cuts, my constant facial hair alterations, my weight changes, the furrowed brow that has been developing. I wonder if I am happy with the person I have become, and if there is some innocence, some simple feeling of content that I lost somewhere along the way. I am not entirely sure. If there is, it is within myself, and I must seek out that little kernel of being and help it grow. Or something.
I believe that this can be achieved through writing. Which I really should buckle down and do seriously. Or something. Yes. I suppose that is why I am writing this. So I can communicate with you all, and get back into the practice. Hello audience.
This is an update, to let you know how I am doing.
Things are well.
Actually, that's mostly a lie.
Things are not well in Brandon-land. They are not un-well, but they are not simply all well.
This week is Spring Break. I have been cooking a lot. But all of my productivity doesn't seem to stick around much. Tomorrow I hope to achieve the beginning of my To-Do list, which includes clothes shopping. On that list:
- Shoes (the support is basically gone from every pair I own, and the soles are coming out on one set)
- Pants (not jeans)
- Shirts (things are getting stale)
- Jacket (I am constantly questing for a nice jacket that will fit me properly, and go with most anything)
I was also hoping to put in an application for a passport. I believe that in the future, this item will prove very useful. Especially for spontaneity purposes.
But my real task (which is in desperate need of doing) is the scrap book for Perspectives. I think it's gone on for long enough undone. Thursday will be devoted to this.
Beyond the immediate, I am sort of scrambling for straws at my future. I am planning on staying in the Northwest, because this is where my life is for now. I have ties here, friends, and I don't want to leave. There is something here that I want to explore more, and I don't know what that thing is. I'm planning on going to Seattle for at least a little bit, but there are at least two stumbling blocks there. 1) What am I going to do there? How will I earn my food money?
and 2) Where will I live? Under scoring problems are "how will I get to work" and "will I go to graduate school" and "if so, for what?" and other such considerations. But basically, these two things dominate my future considerations.
Of course, as is usual in Brandon-land, women are confusing. I do not understand their drastic changes, their mixed signals, or their non-committal remarks. It also does not help that my parents are pestering me, and my family in general seems to me curious about these affairs, which puts me off from really trying to talk to them. Shocking logic really.
As everyone should know, Easter is coming. I encourage you all to remain vigilant in searching for the Easter Bunny. His attacks could be aimed at you or your loved ones. Don't laugh, I was once assaulted by the Easter Bunny. I will not forget the injustice. In a way of warding him off, we will be nailing a bunny to the wreath on the door. Hopefully this will deter his ways.
Another interesting reverie that I have been plunging into as late is my own identity. I've caught myself flipping through pictures of myself from high school and during my time at college. I've noted my hair cuts, my constant facial hair alterations, my weight changes, the furrowed brow that has been developing. I wonder if I am happy with the person I have become, and if there is some innocence, some simple feeling of content that I lost somewhere along the way. I am not entirely sure. If there is, it is within myself, and I must seek out that little kernel of being and help it grow. Or something.
I believe that this can be achieved through writing. Which I really should buckle down and do seriously. Or something. Yes. I suppose that is why I am writing this. So I can communicate with you all, and get back into the practice. Hello audience.