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I've decided to start a new livejournal, as I've turned a new page in my life. Make no mistake, I'm not leaving the other, or trying to forget it. I've had a wonderful life so far. Lets just say, I'm not the same person I was. Some would say that I'm a born again Christian. I'd like to think that I've always been a Christian in some form or another, just never fully committed. I've never been one to fall back against my deep seated "Moral Values" that stem from the Christian lifestyle. An example of this would be constantly refuting any attempt my friends would make to drag me to the local "strip club." I've always found that it was, either low class or perhaps just degrading towards women to venture into such a seedy dive. Those might not be accurate descriptions of how I really feel. In any case, I've had no taste for it.
My new new new new life started when I moved out of the apartment complex I was staying at. My roommates were cool, Pat and Matt. Pat was crazy. I mean NUTS, but thats what made him so cool. The guy drove a Jeep Cherokee. Underneath it he had installed, the loudest Air Horn I've ever heard of. The horn sounded just like a train, and whenever another driver would upset Crazy Pat, (That was his License plate) he would wail at them with the horn. On one peticular occasion, the other driver drove off the road and almost wrecked his car. Hilarious.
Tangent
I recently moved in with a guy named Curtis. He's pretty cool. He's one of those ex-Bob Jones types. Which is pretty cool. I have no comment about Bob Jones University. I'd like to think that its perhaps a bit over the top in the "worship" category. I've personally never been a member so I couldn't tell you for certain. Ok. I have no more comments.
The house I'm living in is pretty snazzy, its clean, in a remodeling stage. Its something I could be proud of. We've had a couple of parties. Not your average parties (no booze). I guess you could call them get togethers, and that would be more accurate. I've met a lot of people, and given them all appropriate celebrity nick names. For instance, Alan is Alan Parsons, Pam is Pam Anderson (she doesn't really like that one), and Tom is Major Tom (you know... David Bowie). Amongst all these New People I've met a couple of "ladies." Some I hope to date. I have numbers, I plan on calling one of them tonight.
I've really started cracking down on my novel. I've been writing it since last year. I'm almost done with the outline. I hope to finish it before next year sometime. Its somewhat difficult to write and work.
Speaking of work.
Work is good, though sometimes its a little slow. The philosophy of work is Feast or Famine. We either are swamped and can't possibly do everything, or we are sitting around not working and not getting paid. I get paid enough money to support Car Insurance/Payment and Rent. I'm saving up to pay off my College Loans. I'm not even done with College. I'd like to think I'm taking a year and a half off, maybe more. I just don't have the drive for school anymore. Maybe in a year or two I'll wake up and say, "I need to go back to school." Until then. Work Work Work.
Remember, Omnium rerum principia parva sunt (The beginnings of all things are small).
My new new new new life started when I moved out of the apartment complex I was staying at. My roommates were cool, Pat and Matt. Pat was crazy. I mean NUTS, but thats what made him so cool. The guy drove a Jeep Cherokee. Underneath it he had installed, the loudest Air Horn I've ever heard of. The horn sounded just like a train, and whenever another driver would upset Crazy Pat, (That was his License plate) he would wail at them with the horn. On one peticular occasion, the other driver drove off the road and almost wrecked his car. Hilarious.
Tangent
I recently moved in with a guy named Curtis. He's pretty cool. He's one of those ex-Bob Jones types. Which is pretty cool. I have no comment about Bob Jones University. I'd like to think that its perhaps a bit over the top in the "worship" category. I've personally never been a member so I couldn't tell you for certain. Ok. I have no more comments.
The house I'm living in is pretty snazzy, its clean, in a remodeling stage. Its something I could be proud of. We've had a couple of parties. Not your average parties (no booze). I guess you could call them get togethers, and that would be more accurate. I've met a lot of people, and given them all appropriate celebrity nick names. For instance, Alan is Alan Parsons, Pam is Pam Anderson (she doesn't really like that one), and Tom is Major Tom (you know... David Bowie). Amongst all these New People I've met a couple of "ladies." Some I hope to date. I have numbers, I plan on calling one of them tonight.
I've really started cracking down on my novel. I've been writing it since last year. I'm almost done with the outline. I hope to finish it before next year sometime. Its somewhat difficult to write and work.
Speaking of work.
Work is good, though sometimes its a little slow. The philosophy of work is Feast or Famine. We either are swamped and can't possibly do everything, or we are sitting around not working and not getting paid. I get paid enough money to support Car Insurance/Payment and Rent. I'm saving up to pay off my College Loans. I'm not even done with College. I'd like to think I'm taking a year and a half off, maybe more. I just don't have the drive for school anymore. Maybe in a year or two I'll wake up and say, "I need to go back to school." Until then. Work Work Work.
Remember, Omnium rerum principia parva sunt (The beginnings of all things are small).