ripping through the forest at 35 MPH
I just got back from anther exciting trip to Piedmont, Alabama with the family. As much as I don't like being stuck in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere, there is something to be said about the raw therapeutic value of ripping through the forest at 35 MPH on a four-wheeler, iPod blaring as small woodland creatures scurry out of the way. It doesn't happen very often, but when it does it's very refreshing.
I'm in Marietta for the summer at my parents' house while I take a few classes at Kennesaw State, but I'm going back into Atlanta in the fall. Moving back into the house with the folks hasn't been bad, though I wonder if there will be any problems tomorrow when I say that I don't want to go to church with them. I doubt it - we've all grown up considerably in the past few years.
Let's see, what else is new. Oh yeah! Over the past few months I've been having some problems with frustration and anger, and lately I've been successful in channeling most of those negative emotions into energy for some very productive hobbies (such as playing the piano and learning Spanish). I've also stopped eating as much as I used to, and as a result my stomach-padding is starting to melt away. Apparently I have some very nice abdominal muscles that have been hiding all this time. Who knew? Not me. And of course now I have to deal with the frustration of none of my pants fitting me.
I'm in Marietta for the summer at my parents' house while I take a few classes at Kennesaw State, but I'm going back into Atlanta in the fall. Moving back into the house with the folks hasn't been bad, though I wonder if there will be any problems tomorrow when I say that I don't want to go to church with them. I doubt it - we've all grown up considerably in the past few years.
Let's see, what else is new. Oh yeah! Over the past few months I've been having some problems with frustration and anger, and lately I've been successful in channeling most of those negative emotions into energy for some very productive hobbies (such as playing the piano and learning Spanish). I've also stopped eating as much as I used to, and as a result my stomach-padding is starting to melt away. Apparently I have some very nice abdominal muscles that have been hiding all this time. Who knew? Not me. And of course now I have to deal with the frustration of none of my pants fitting me.