Lesson 1: An Exercise in Futility

I hadnt realized that several cornerstones of 2009 had passed before I started to post again. 2010 has been off to an interesting start, and now that the presents have been unwrapped, the turkey and ham digested and noise makers long forgotten, its time to put a few things into perspective:

• I seem to have become simultaneously more and less tolerant, depending on various factors including the who, what, where, when, and general 'why.'

• Financially speaking, I guess I'm better off than I thought I was.

• Discovering one's backbone, even at the behest of friends, has been a welcome gift.

• I didn't seem to bother with any sort of generalized New Year's resolutions this time around, more or less I have been piggy-backing off of ones already set years previous. I never was the one to get caught up in the rush of forgotten promises.

• For the record, if one feels the need to wreck their vehicle, never decide to make a left turn into a parking lot on Fon Du Lac and Center Street. Wrong place to get into an accident.

• I am learning to appreciate the value of satire in an increasing fashion.

There's been other situations rearing their heads once in a while, though those make for a completely different story.

Until then kids, keep your stick on the ice. I'll be back in a while.

So, this wasn't as lucrative as I thought.

The start of the fall semester has effectively marked the end of summer, and with it goes the end of running around like a mindless chicken with its head lying next to it in a fresh pool of blood. In its place we find ourselves surrounded by school duties, whether they be work, projects, moving in, etc, etc. I find myself thinking about the past four or five months, and wonder what the hell happened.

Summer is supposed to mean different things. To some, its an opportunity for boundless days on the beach and nights partying until morning. For others like myself, its another opportunity to earn some extra cash after blowing much of our savings eating out, buying useless trinkets, or just going out and having a great time. (though now that Im under the 'full time ' status of work, the checks are the same, though the bills never seem to cease.) The last month in particular has been interesting; I've realized the futility in trying to constantly think that the one is 'the one,' as far as relationships go.

They say that patience is a virtue, and its high time for me to stop wanting and thinking everything has to happen now. While this last year has certainly presented multiple things that have derailed my otherwise kosher sense of pleasantness, I have realized that the time for worrying is over. Admittedly its been a frustrating time, but Im not bad off (in a manner of speaking.)

I need to realize that things aren't going to be the same. My official date for leaving the home nest is October 1st. I have plenty of more immediate things to worry about instead of pining over something that ended five months ago.

I will always remember the good times, miss. Just know that you will have an everlasting effect on my heart, and while you're one of my best friends, know that I will always feel that little twinge of regret.

Until then, keep your stick on the ice, kiddoes. Ill be back in a while.

__B

Oh, these scrupulous yearnings...

The culmination of fireworks, birthday wishes, and several giftcards to various gas stations has left me feeling a little overwhelmed by the prospects of last week. I am not 20 years old - the big TWO DEUCE - and I feel nothing different (other than the fact that I haven't peed in six hours?)

Sharing a birthday with your country is like buying a slurry. The first few sips (in this case fireworks, parades, and general calamity) seem like a really good idea, but after a while, it gets to be just another day out of the 364 others just like it. 

This year did prove to be interesting though... A picnic at the Twin's place led into a musical venture at the US Cellular stage at Summerfest. Let me say, did it make a great end to my teenage years!

That's really all for now... Forgive the tireless jabber from this sleepless idiot. 

Until next time, Peace and don't forget to keep your stick on the ice.

__B

I've got friends in all the right places - I know what they want and I know they don't want me to stay-

(God, Verdana is so grating on the eyes.)

Im not exactly kosher on this whole thing - I'm not very adept at blogging in general. Hell, I'm still one of the rare breed that isn't on Twitter.

That being said, this blog could go anywhere in a heartbeat, and at times may be the sole outlet for the perilous rantings of this political outcast. Bear with me, those will be few and far between.

Cast those nets away, me hearties. It's looking to be a right course of fun ahead.

Until next time, keep your stick on the ice.