Is it that time of the year again?
Phew...
Maria and I went out with Betsie and Allan to eat and watch Allan's brother's band play at an Irish Pub named the Dubliner in Fremont last night. Beforehand we ate at a Thai restaurant just up the road that was pretty good, I think, and had great service all around, as well as some vegan fare.
We bought Maria a bike on Ebay recently, we're planning on taking a road trip down to Salem today to pick it up. My father had Bar Harbor Bike in Ellsworth ship my bike out here for my birthday, so I'm excited about that. It's strangely one of the only things I can remember being excited about in a while.
I've been stupid busy at work, because I'm teaching a lot right now. So my other responsibilities seem to get to suffer and I feel like there isn't enough time kicking around for that sleep bit.
Mostly I've been thinking about where I fit into the world. Considering the different social groups I've touched or I'm in here, and what I'm coming from, there's quite a variety. They all clash, fairly strongly I think in the long run, and I realize my beliefs aren't strong enough to anchor me down to the ground in one, as I keep floating around. Whoa, vague loftpost! See, things don't change. It's just, am I open to anything, or do I just don't care? I don't feel like I care anymore, if I ever did. Does that put me in a bubble that I should just enjoy and not flex? Or does the mere acknowledgement of that give me a path to the next level?
Computer. Door.
Maria and I went out with Betsie and Allan to eat and watch Allan's brother's band play at an Irish Pub named the Dubliner in Fremont last night. Beforehand we ate at a Thai restaurant just up the road that was pretty good, I think, and had great service all around, as well as some vegan fare.
We bought Maria a bike on Ebay recently, we're planning on taking a road trip down to Salem today to pick it up. My father had Bar Harbor Bike in Ellsworth ship my bike out here for my birthday, so I'm excited about that. It's strangely one of the only things I can remember being excited about in a while.
I've been stupid busy at work, because I'm teaching a lot right now. So my other responsibilities seem to get to suffer and I feel like there isn't enough time kicking around for that sleep bit.
Mostly I've been thinking about where I fit into the world. Considering the different social groups I've touched or I'm in here, and what I'm coming from, there's quite a variety. They all clash, fairly strongly I think in the long run, and I realize my beliefs aren't strong enough to anchor me down to the ground in one, as I keep floating around. Whoa, vague loftpost! See, things don't change. It's just, am I open to anything, or do I just don't care? I don't feel like I care anymore, if I ever did. Does that put me in a bubble that I should just enjoy and not flex? Or does the mere acknowledgement of that give me a path to the next level?
Computer. Door.
posted by btm at 10:27 AM
3 Comments:
There are these super pigs up at pigs peace. If you throw them carrots, they eat them. Then they come over and rub against your legs and act all friendly. Then they oink until you scratch their stomachs.
It's cute.
Oh and, moving out of the loft I realized I had to take some responsibility for my actions and started being held accountable for them by the people around me.
But pigs are cute.
The challange of being both a sarcastic ass for entertainment's value and still making a positive impact.
I think it has something to do with being sober too. There's nobody out here to drink a case of Milwaukee's Beast Ice every night with.
It came to my attention that I said "... take some responsibility for my actions and started being held accountable for them by the people around me." when I meant to say ".. to the people around me."
Not that it really matters at this point. Sarcasm aside, I believe in my choices.
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