Forced writing, blogging through the pain.

You know how, people always tell you to write down your feelings and it will make you feel better?

I'm transferring to Texas State after this semester, and I have yet to figure out if I am making the right decision. At first I thought I would transfer into their Sound Recording Technology (SRT) program. I then realized that getting prepped for that would be a lot of work, and that I would likely not get into the program. So what am I going to do with my life? Study History? That's great I love history. WHAT DO YOU DO WITH A BACHELORS IN HISTORY.

Exactly. I want to make a difference in someones life, that's my goal in life. I will post more about this when I think more about it.

Another thing I wanted to write about, I really hate growing up.

I'm sick of being an almost adult and the future rightly freaks me out. I'm not read to be out on my own not having fun, I wish I could live carefree for my entire life. Partying and just hanging out is so much easier than doing actual work, I hate growing up and having life flash before your eyes.

End of the world?

God, today has been one big load of shit.

Wake up to an email from SUPD saying that class is canceled for today, which would be good except for the fact that it rained torrential-ly all damn night and turned the better part of campus into a lake. My truck was fine, but I have been taking care of Julia's car which was flooded pretty badly.

Also, around 12:30 I get a call from my mother explaining the 4 feet of water in my house and the ruined classic car in my backyard. Pretty much my life is fubar and snafu all at the same time.

Colt .45 and 2 zig zags

Baby that's all I need.

Life sucks, schools a pain in the ass. It doesn't get much better than this?

Another Day in Paradise?

So, I go back to school tomorrow, how exciting? Not really. I have really enjoyed my homestand here in Arlington and I am going to miss the fun times I had here. Just to do a quick little re-cap of my days here for anyone who cares.

I was here from May 8 to August 12, that's 14.5 weeks or 103 days or 721 hours. Seems like a really long time right? It's really not that long at all, or at least it didn't seem like a long time.

During that time the following things happened, the Rangers went 49-34
The Rangers were auctioned off to the Chuck Greenberg/Nolan Ryan superpower
My mother got very sick and I got very worried.
My dad got really sick and I got really worried
I realized that my parents are the best damn thing in my life right now and there is no way I want to leave them.
I learned where to find everything in a Home Depot
I made $3,000

I'm not ready for school to start and I'm not ready for anything to happen in my life. I like where I am and what's going right now but unfortunately, things change.

How many choices?

Sometimes things in this life get so overwhelming that we can't take it anymore.

Hit the bottle and take some pills, be a bitch and end your life.

We may not know each other

Right so, I haven't written on here in a few weeks but I will try to remember what I have been doing so that maybe anyone that reads this can gain some insight.

I work pretty much all day, every day and it is possibly one of the most boring jobs in the history of boring jobs. The only plus side is that is pays really well. I mean, I have banked almost 3k this summer alone. The only other plus side is that my job is at my second favorite place in the world, Home Depot. I get to help people on a daily basis and keep my people skills strong.

Something else I have done in the past two or so weeks is learn a lot about myself. Not just in the past few weeks but over the course of the summer. I have learned and possibly decided that at this point in my life, I want to do whatever I want to do simply because I can. I am 19 years old, I am 3 years away from the descent into normalcy and monotony in everyday life. I am going to do my best to make these last few years count. I don't want to regret anything I do and I'm not going to.

That's the best part about life in general is that you can decide at any point in your life, to do whatever you want. I could be 65 years old and decide to start a business, I might fail but that's my own mistake to make. All I'm thinking about now in my life is me because it's all I have the energy to think about, I can't be worrying about other people when I am trying to figure out my own life. YA that is probably the most selfish thing I could have said, but it is the truth.

I have problems of my own and I don't have time for your bullshit sob stories about your day.

Re-up

I've finally decided to sit down and start writing about my life, or maybe just my lack of a life.

I am in college, about to start my sophomore year at Southwestern University. I plan on one day becoming the Attorney General, or maybe just his or her assistant. Either way, I'm going places and I know it. I grew up in a town that has been in a perpetual downward moral spiral since I can remember. The local leaders are doing all they can to correct it, but unfortunately Jerry Jones owns my town.

That's right, I'm from the current asshole of America Arlington, Texas. The only shining light I really see in this pit of a town is the Rangers Ballpark at Arlington, home of the Texas Rangers. I have always been a small fan of the Rangers but I decided to give them my soul this summer, and it has been well worth it. My family is pretty average, we live in an average house, on an average street, with average dogs that bark constantly.

I'm going to do my best to blog about my adventures in college. My different encounters with the stress of writing a massive paper the night before it's due. Drunken nights of sleeping in a random place, visiting my friends in Austin. Until then, I'm not counting down the days until I move back in simply because the summer has been quite nice and I like being able to do nothing if I really want to.

I'm not counting my life away, I'm just living it as best as I see fit.