The vacuum cleaner that never looses suction.

For at least a year now, I've wanted something very much. I really can't think of how my obsession came to be, but quickly, it escalated. From the first time I saw it, really, I knew I wanted one. But it wasn't until this past year that my want turned drastically into a "if I don't have that I think I might not ever be complete" moment.

As usual, all of my major stories turn out to be funny by those who I love oh so dearly. So, I figured I would explain a little about my desire to possess a wonderful new machine called the Dyson.

To preface my escapade, I'd like to tell you how awesome this machine is. In one swoop of my home, it needed to have the dustbin emptied. And the dustbin is easily removed and with one button, the bottom of the dustbin is released as to dump all of the contents into the trash can. This way, there's no need to turn it upside down...shake or anything. Also, it's not very noisey, there's no need to ever replace the filter and it's highly powerful. It even vacuums on hardwood floors; better than a broom. Now that you know some of the great features...on with the show.

Every time I would go to Target, Wal-mart or anywhere that sold these beautiful creatures, I would usually make my way around to the vacuum cleaners. I really wanted to see them. Although, I used the excuse that I was checking the price to see if they were ever on sale. Which, occasionally they were, but I just needed to see them. On one such a occassion, a group of friends-that's right, I said friends- were with me. We strolled to my usual area and glanced at the beauties. Ok, I gauked at the son of a guns 'for I couldn't help myself! And we found it, the lowest price the Dyson ever had been. I called everyone except the bank to get a loan. I wanted it but didn't have enough money at the time and I was quitting my job and needed to save my money. I even called my roommate to see if he'd loan me the money. It was a drug and I needed it. After several minutes of whinning, a few jumps and maybe even a tear or two...oh and this was from all of my friends laughing at me as I had a small hissy-fit in the middle of Super Target-I held my head in shame and walked away.

But alas, yesterday, it happened! My true and wonderful friends revealed after we left that night, the Dyson was purchased for me for Christmas! I received it last night as a present and have not stopped loving it since. It's a fine peice of machinery and I recommend it to all!

Freakin' yeah!

First off, please allow me to point out; "yea" is from the scriptures and doesn't mean excitement; "yay" does show excitement and "yeah" is a slang of yes meaning in the affirmative. Please do not misuse these words.

YAY!!! I passed all my finals and I have a 3.33 as my GPA. Heck freakin' yeah!! I'm so excited.

Please continue with your shouts of joy and excitement for me...using Yay and Yeah properly!

B'in at its worst!

Warning: for those who don't like profanity, violence or still think I'm some innocent creature who loves all(I really do bytheway, not matter what you read) you may want to stay away from this post. I'm not happy and I feel like I have a right to vent about it. Although, there are several things I really can't vent about on here. Things that will be too personal for some who may or may not read this blog. For those issues, I have a wonderful, sweet, kind and lovely Glenda!

So my issues start with my employment. NO silly, not the wonderful Neuromedical Center, where I can do whatever the hell I want to amidst hearing complaints from patients. I'm speaking of none other than, the roofing business. I can't decide if I want to hide it in the carport or in the freezer-Ouizer?

Everything with this roofing business seems to be my fault. Even if it's not mistake-I have to fix it. I have to do everything in my power to make sure we're paid. No matter if I have to drive all around town to fix this problem. Or waste my lunch hour listening to a home owner become highly upset with problems of which are out of my hands now. Then, even if I fix the mistake-I still get the crap end of the deal. I may not even get paid squat for the job I've worked so hard to collect on. Ok-I'm done with that. There are more details, but they are not pertinent to the B'in.

Also, I really can't stand when people use things of mine and do not return them to my posession. Especially when the same person does things like this on a daily basis which irritate me. Even taking things of mine, eating things of mine and even driving things of mine without asking for permission. I'm very aware this person doesn't mean to do things solely for the purpose of irritation. But it's blantant disregard for people's personal property. And there's not concern. There's nothing. There's just a being who lives their life by their own rules and doesn't even understand that there may be other rules out there to live by. I'm concerned. I don't want this happen anymore. Just be aware of other's feelings!

Ok. I hope no small children were allowed to partake of this nasty feast of filth. I know this doesn't solve everything, however, I do feel better!

Walkin' in New Orleans

This weekend was Ouizer's annual work Christmas party. She works for a large company, spread mostly over the southern states and an office in Utah. Her company is very close-knit and personally pays for all of their employees to travel to their party, their hotel fair and dinner. The party this year was at the amazing Westin in New Orleans. The hotel is on Canal street, at the corner of French Quarter. With in minutes, we were at the heart of the Quarter, the French Market and the infamous Bourbon street. We even entered into Marie Lavou's Voodoo shop. I'll have to get more pictures posted of our trip, but I wanted to jot some stuff down out of memory.

Ouizer had the hotel Friday and Saturday night, so we both hoped in the car and took advantage of this opportunity. The hotel was amazing. We roomed on the 21st floor and had a nice view of the city. The beds were amazing. There's even a special pillow of which I loved wanted desperately to take home. We also wanted to take the beds and the dresser with us. Ouizer and I decided they might miss them, a little. She really wanted the double shower head from the bathroom. Although, I did take the toiletries...they smell so good!

Glenda met up with us Saturday morning and we toured the Quarter. We saw an awesome street show. There were four guys doin' break dancin/acrobatic stuff. But they were hilarious, too!

The party was very nice. Very hoity toity... The food was good as well.

The story of the trip, though, was when we were trying to check out. There were 4 elevators from the guest rooms to the lobby. When we decided to check out, only 1 elevator was working. We sat in front of the elevator and watched it open 5 different times-full of people-on 5 different trips. After the 5th time, I said, "Screw It," and went down the stairs. It was only 10 flights down to the lobby. But I straight up when down there and waiting for Ouizer and Glenda to come on down. They said they had to wait 4 more trips and finally they just crammed into one. It was hilarious.

Sick...Smallville...school...sleep and survival?

"Somebody save me..." has been ringing in my head for a few days now. I borrowed the 6th and 7th seasons of one of the best series ever made, Smallville. I went on a huge kick a few years ago and borrowed the 1st-6th seasons of this super show and watched them. I started out with the first 4 and watched them in about a month. Then, I watched the 5th and most of the 6th. If I remember correctly, I had the 6th for almost 2 mos and felt so guilty that I returned the DVD's to the owner. But, I've had a load of time on my hands recently and I picked up the addiction once again! I finished the 6th season in a day or two. Within three days, I knocked out the 7th season, with ease. As it always does, it left me in severe suspense. I even lurked onto the internet to find the 8th season but my old laptop is too slow to buffer properly. :-(

The past few days, I've had an excuse to watch the famed show, I 've been sick. I normally get sick around this time of year so I've expected it. For some reason, I stopped taking my vitamins-thought I was CK. But the coughing is here and will hopefully be gone by the middle of the week.

My first "final" was this past Saturday. For my English class, we were instructed to write an Exit Exam. Basically, just to show that we've learned something during our semester in writing. My prompt question was, paraphrasing, "How does today's music reflect America's mood?" I hit at a unique angle, of which I might explain in a different post, if asked. I have my 2nd final tomorrow in Speech and my last two are next Tuesday, the 16th, for Math and Art. I just registered for my classes for next semester. I'm only taking 3. I'll research some of the online classes to see how much work is involved in case I want to add one. The reason I'm taking 3 is because I'm starting a full time job next week! I'm working at the Neuromedical Center. I'm way excited. I'll be a patient representative and working 830-5, M-F. I'll actually be getting off around 4 on Tuesday and Thursday. The pay isn't bad and the benefits are great! I'll have all weekends off and most holidays off, with pay! The job mainly consists of handeling patients who have extraordinary problems, i.e. showing up with out an appointment, insurance is invalid, rescheduling...anything! I think I'll love it. But with the added hours, I don't know if I can work the 40 hours a week and have time for school load. I've always planned on going to school during the summer, so it won't be a huge deal to miss one class...right?!?!? So, now, I can survive(I had to go with the S theme...)

Finally, sleep. I really love sleeping. I can just imagine me sitting in the pre-existance listening to the pro's and con's of the plan and when sleeping came up I said, "Oh, count me in!" Napping, sleeping, vegging, lying in the bed on a cold winter's morning. Oh, it's so nice. Such a way to ensure that I don't harm anyone around me...sleep.

A little Praisin'

Ok. I own an SUV. A wonderful 99 Ford Explorer XLT. I love it, I've had it for almost 5 years and it's treated me very well. For an SUV, I think it gets great gas mileage-appx 25-30. However, the tank is huge. Yesterday, I filled my tank up for 34.01. I have to put the .o1 in there so I know it's a gas purchase; yes I'm one of those people. I was astounded. I really am so happy! It made my day. I've been runnin' a little short on cash, these days, and I needed the help. Tithing works!

Also, I live off or Burbank Ave. It's a semi-busy street, except for on LSU game days when it's a very busy street. When I moved here, the road was two lanes. Over the past 6 mos. or so, the wonderful crews have been making into a four lane. For most of the transition, it's been a smoth process. Plus, it's been fairly quick. They are done with a large section of the road and it's made it so much nicer!! The first day I saw it open, I was driving home late. I was about 100 yards on the new road and litterly started yelling, I was so happy! It's really made a difference with traffic! I'm so pumped for the rest to open. I love progress!!

The Fighter (Story One)

Please read Book Craze before reading this post.

Premise/Summary/Whatever: Young couple fall in love in high school and marry. The husband, a boxer-Jarom; wife- Elisebeth (Elise). Story starts in a small town in Canon City. They are sealed together in the Temple. They move to Georgia, where Jarom trains as a boxer. The become very wealthy from his efforts and he becomes semi-famous. After a few years of marital bliss, Elise begins to want more and more. Her greediness eventually leads to Jarom leaving his wife and giving her all he owns in an effort to make her happy. After his fleet, Elise finds out she is pregnant. She starts dating a guy from Jarom's gym who aids her in wasting the fortune Jarom and Elise had. Jarom tries to contact Elise a few times, but Elise never returns his phone calls or letters. After they lose the big house, many possessions and are living in a motel, the boyfriend abuses Elise and leaves. Elise, left with nothing else to do but live in her car, travels across country with her young child. She finds work here and there along the way and eventually ends up on the Western Coast, Oregon or Washington. The school where her new son attends, just so happens to be the same school as where Jarom is teaching PE, now.

Of course, there are loads more details, but those are the highlights. I REALLY NEED FEEDBACK, good or bad. If you read this, you better comment on here or send me a message somehow letting me know what you think...or else.

Book Craze

I've been doing a lot of reading lately. I've never really been interested in reading these things called books. I've picked up some here and there over the years but nothing really grabbed my attention. Recently, however, I've read a whole series and I'm almost half-way done with another. All of these reading has really started to feed a fire of which has been building in me for sometime.

My imagination has really been a big part of my life. Being the youngest of two kids, I had to entertain myself a lot. Especially, being three years younger than my sister, we didn't have much in common. I've thought of stories, some more in depth than others. I really enjoy thinking of stories, but I've never really thought of writing them down, until now.

I'll be posting the summary of two of my main stories. I really want to know everyone's honest opinion; the good, the bad and the ugly. I can't do any growing if I can't get any feedback. Both stories could easily be brought into a book setting, I've got plenty of imagination. I won't be posting them for a day or so. But please check them out...Thank you in advance.

TWILIGHT!!!!

It finally came. A group of friends and I got together last night to watch the movie based on the novel by Stephenie Meyer. It was amazing. I won't critique the movie or the lack of content. On the positive side, it kept me very entertained. WELL DONE!

However, the night was a little more interesting. Last night was the first night it was released. Everyone that was going wanted to see it that night. I did not. I didn't want to be around a theater full of teenagers. I didn't want to be in line for an hour just so we could get good seats. My control factor kicks in and we had way too many people wanting to sit together and coming from different directions.

We started the night at Bravos. A great a Italian restaurant with really good food. Price wasn't bad, either. We ended on time-control thing again. We headed to the movies and were fairly close to the front. We did have to wait for an hour before they let us in the theater. But our seats were perfect! So all-in-all, the night was a success. There were some minor annoyances, even from our party.

Again, the movie was great. The characters were good, acting was good. I'm not a fan of everyone, but I can see why most of them were picked even though they are not the perfect envisionment of that character.

"What Time Is It?"

Ok, so it's not quite summer time, but it is getting close to a vacation. But I really wanted to lay out some thoughts on school this AM.

I attend Baton Rouge Community College. I chose this route for a few reasons.

1. It is much cheaper than anything around here and I'm already in enough debt that I don't want to be payin' on loans forevah!
   
2. It was extremely easy to get into-LSU's application wanted things like your parent's hair color, their toe ring size, a sample of DNA from the Jurassic Park labs. BRCC was a simple two sided application that I almost got bored filling out.
3. It's a smaller campus, which I love. I'm not into all these auditorium classes, I like the personal touch.
4. It fit better with my schedule, at the time.

I will never bad mouth BRCC. There are a few things I don't completely enjoy about some of the teachers I have, but I've learned through other students attending other universities that a lot of teachers are the same-no matter which institution you attend.

My final thought today on this subject is the lack of education Louisiana provides its students, prior to graduating high school. I've developed a strong opinion that primary schools here don't teach kids properly. Nothing to say against the teachers-I don't really know who's to blame. But somethin' aint right. So I'm basing this off of students I'm around at college. There are some incredible students. Please note that I am not bad mouthing all students or schools in Louisiana. There are some fundamentals that I had to learn prior to graduating HS; fundamentals I have yet to see consistantly here.

1. Some students don't know how to type
2. Not knowing what a bibliography is
3. Not knowing how to compile a resume
4. Basic algebra skills, i.e., FOIL, exponents, variables...
5. General knowledge of US/World geography

Now, I'm not professing to be an outstanding student. Nor am I saying this school is better than that. Maybe, I learned too much from HS. I've attended schools in Louisiana, Texas and Colorado. I graduated from a HS in Colorado. The above studies were mandated. We had to know those things to graduate; among other studies.

There are some other issues I'd like to address, but time doesn't permit at the moment. I'd also like to talk about the Magnet program here. But I'll save that for another time.

NEW POST

Not to sound too important, but I've been hounded by certain individuals to post a new posting, so here it is. This is going to be a bit of a random one as well, due to the fact that so much is happening lately that I can't keep up with it all.

First off, I love staying busy, but there are times, as Glenda puts it, "you want to just sit down in pajamas and watch a movie." Where have those days gone? What's funny, is I really don't even have a job right now and I'm super busy!!!

OK, speaking of my job, things have looked up. And by looked up, I might be getting a pay check before we celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior. A number of individuals all called me at once and want roofs now-awesome. A few others received their check from the insurance company and want their roofs now-awesome, again. No Glenda, it's just a coincidence that I used awesome twice. Inside joke, obviously. Now, all of these work orders are in, a total of 4, plus 2 on the way and another waiting for more money from their insurance company. I may be a rich man, very soon. Although, I've been neglecting phone calls from very persistent people who say I haven't paid them in a while. Don't they know the rule, if you don't work, you don't have bills to pay, right?!! I can write you a check?!!?!

School is going well. I have to schedule classes soon, which is a bit stressful, but I'm still very excited to be in school!

Some other events that have happened-I'm helping my parents remodel their house. Basically, just paint it and offer the occasional referee advice when I can.

I've started reading the Harry Potter series. In less than a month, I'm already on Prisoner of Azkaban. I love the little bugga. I really enjoyed the Twilight series, but I can't put these down. Honestly, I think that I have just found that reading is rather enjoyable. If I would have read Harry first, I think I would have taken a little longer and would have had the same affect on Twilight. See, it took me a while to read the Twilight series, but I was just getting into reading. Now, I'm picking up the pace and thoroughly enjoying it! I also love to read in an english accent. I'm typing in one right now!

I also had a great birthday this month. I really want some pictures back from it, if anyone has some. I know there's a certain Price boy who has some. My birthday was fabulous. My wonderful Glenda planned a fantastic birthday party and then I had Sushi on my birthday as well! It was a great day!


My last main event; I changed my oil the other day. I'm the most mechanically inclined man on the planet-shut up Patti aka Ouizer! I have ability and the brain power to do stuff, but I just don't feel like it sometime. Well, my dad has shown me on a few occassions how to change my oil. And now that I'm poor, my parent's bought me the stuff and I straight up said, "I'm gonna change my oil." So after borrowing tools from an unmentioned source-shut up Patti-I changed my oil. I was a little worried that it would have been a little harder, but things worked out smoothly and I'm very happy and oh so proud of myself!

Gumbo

So this is a little bit of somethings I've been thinking of the last few days....as I made this list I realized most of these thoughts stem from today.

1. I love when there are fries left over in the bag from a fast food establishment. It's like finding a special prize after you think all of them are gone.
2. Whoppers are much better when the buns are fresh not soggy. If you didn't know, BK will pre-cook their meat and toast their buns and then put them in a steamer to keep them warm. That's what makes them soggy.
3. I still count every chicken nugget that I get from Mickey-D's to see if I get an extra one. I've done this since I realized that they put onions on their burgers in Happy Meals and I switched to the nugget meals. Out of my whole life, it's happened twice which has been in the last 6 mos.
   
4. I love Chili Pies from Sonic
5. I eat way too much fast food.
6. Wendy is amazing.
7. I love it when I can pick out if someone is wearing contacts.
8. Tithing works and will bring forth blessings.
9. Leave it to your family to not help you out until the last minute on things that really mean a lot to you.
10. I love sweaters
11. I love weather in which to wear sweaters
12. I just realized that sweaters contain the word sweat which makes a lot of sense, espeically to someone who does a lot of it!
    
13. I can be very patient
14. I still love hotels.
15. Watching a scary movie in a hotel lobby is awkward. I would have kept watching it if more people were there, but the screaming got too loud, so I changed the station.
16. Addictions suck!
17. Even though it's 60 degrees outside, I'll still sleep with a fan on.
18. Even if it was 40 degrees outside, I'd sleep with a fan on.
19. I use to sleep with a fan on and my window open in Colorado when it snowed outside.
20. I miss being able to sleep with my window open
21. I have a lot of sweaters
22. Don't complain about something that someone else does, because it might happen to you; i.e. car clutter
23. I don't get embarrassed easily but when I do, I get irritated by it.
24. Parents are special, in all meanings of the word.
25. Someone told me I could either braid the hairs on my hands or dye them.
26. When people talk about other people, it's usually because they are more insecure with themselves.
27. I hate pooping. Unless it's a really good poop to where it's been in there for a long time and it needs to come out.
28. Harry Potter is a great story and I now realize that authors are amazing!
29. I want to be a therapist so bad!
30. I hate warts.
31. I have 9 warts.
32. My mom talks a lot!
33. A lot of people get married in the fall.
34. Every time I'm asked to sing in public, a chain reaction goes off in my body and somehow I jeopardize my voice to wear I'm not completely comfortable singing in front of others.
35. 3 of my teachers need to get more organized.
36. I thrive for attention. Really, I need it.
37. I need to feel accepted.
38. "If I wear a mask, I can fool the world. But I cannot fool my heart"
39. I really strive to include a quote of some kind in all of my blogs. (I challenge all those who read my blog to go find them in each blog I've written before
40. I'm addicted to facebook-thus the reason it took me so long to create an account.
41. Remember When is really addicting as well.
42. I love inside jokes!
43. I'm so OCD that I have to end this blog on a nice round number and it will be 50
44. I plan a lot and don't always get what I plan done
45. I wish I planned more
46. I love the song, "Fifty, Nifty, United States..." it comes and goes in my head.
    
47. I love belting in the shower-some of the songs are as follows, "Santa Fe" from Newsies, "Out There" from Hunchback of Notre Dame, "Reflections" from Mulan, "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid, "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" form Les Miserables, "Tomorrow" from Annie, "Put on Your Sunday Clothes" from Hello Dolly, "Endless Night" from Lion King on Broadway.
48. I love when Erica and Sarah quote from any of the following, Bon Qui Qui, and Rogers and Hammerstein or Mark Payne
49. I want to be in shape, desperately but have no will power to do anything about it
50. Wendy is amazing!
    

Work Shmirk

I've been really struggling lately with my work situation. The deal is, I have to go out and generate my own business so I can get paid so I won't get kicked out of my house. Not literally kicked out, but you get the idea. It's strictly commission at this point in the game.

I'm very unmotivated to get out and go knock on doors of random people. I really don't mind the knocking, once I'm out there, but it's not the most fun thing in the world. I'm much more the type of person to follow directions and be told what to do when it comes to a job. I'd prefer to have a schedule set out for me. It's amazing to not have to wake up early and be able to work around things that I'd prefer to spend my time on. I could mention all the downsides of it, but I'll refrain. It's just not something I really want to do, even though I could get paid a butt load of money if I actually worked at it. But a little reprieve came this week.

My old manager from my last job contacted me. She's working for a different facility now doing basically the same thing. She offered me a job at the new facility. I want it so bad. It's a
"9-5" Monday - Friday job with benefits. EVERY weekend off! Plus as she was describing it, I would be a patient advocate. Basically if the patient needs anything, I would get it for them. It actually doesn't start for another month or two, but I've asked her if there's anyway I can start sooner. Seriously, though, I need a job. This roofing thing is going to stress me out way too much! I'm not making the money I thought I would be by now and I'm a little scared that I'm not going to be able to pay bills. Anyway, the job is great news. She's looking into finding me something sooner, but no promises. I have some other options available, which I really need to start looking into. I could always go back to waiting tables, which would be oh so fun and a heckuva long drive. But I make good money at it. I know how to shake what I have got in these here jeans of mine!

If ANYONE has some comforting words, I could sure use them.

Sincerely,
Broke in Baton Rouge
p.s. I'm not really broke, just looking for sympathy points:-)

Me and Mrs. Barker

So my wonderful Glenda gave me such a great birthday present...a little early, I might add. Glenda, her mom and I drove to Lafayette to watch one of the best performers of our generation. He's so awe-inspiring. He's a great singer, dancer, songwriter, jokester and all around wonderful entertainer. None other than the fabulous Michael Buble! He blew me away.

I haven't had great experiences with concerts, but he is such a great entertainer. I'm sure he sat down to help plan his tour and said, "You know, people have heard all of these songs, what else can I put in the show to help them enjoy themselves?" It's not just about his performance. He wants the audience to truly have a genuinely good time.

The opening act was Naturally 7, their sign is very clever. They are amazing! So incredibly talented and very entertaining.

Key points of the night to remember(things may be added as I remember them, later):

• Michael called a girl racist (against Canucks)
• Michael grabbed a guy's butt and a lady grabbed his
• Michael likes to curse and be "dirty" as Ma'Deb puts it.
• Michael sounded a little rough which made his singing oh so more enjoyable
• One of Michael's trombone players is from the dirty dirty
• Michael has lost some weight since youtube
• I always get lost coming from the Cajun Dome
• I sing a lot
• Michael likes to be seductive but can't keep his composure while doing so
  
• Michael is very sincere
• Michael walked off stage, after flipping off his band.
  

My most favorite moment of the show was at the end, during his encore. Michael was singing and set the microphone down and used the acoustics of the Cajun Dome to sing the last few lines of the song...and he teared up a bit. Priceless!

The only un-enjoyable fact of the night was I forgot my camera and didn't want any stinkin' phone pictures. Other than that the night will live on forever in my memory!

Thank you Glenda!

Somewhere, over the dew

So, I may be a little infatuated with Sheri Dew. She's a great inspirational speaker and very funny! This past Saturday, she spoke to a congregation of women. I knew she was slated to come, weeks before her arrival. I really wanted to hear her speak but I didn't feel it appropriate to dress in drag for the occasion.

A few days before the blessed event, I was asked to help park cars. PARK CARS? Is someone trying to kill me? What a temptation!??!!? I agreed, without hesitation, but with some degree of butterflies in my tummy. I really want to meet this woman. I've seen her speak, I've got two books of hers; one of which my wonderful darling sweet pal named Ouizar almost got signed for me, the other she bought me for Christmas-or maybe my birthday...she knows my memory is shot, like her pantyhose! I digress.

The night came and I willingly showed up for my duties as traffic personnel. I will be lying if I didn't say I wanted to see her. Perhaps even park her car! But I stayed my position. Until, it happened. A car appeared in the parking lot. It was was a familiar car, so I knew who it was instantly. I waved them to park in the next available slot, but they wouldn't. So in straddled position, I stretched my legs out as far as they, or my pants, would allow me. Of course, it was all in jest to try to ward the car away from parking in a different spot. As I released my crouching tiger position, I headed to the car to make a comment or two. Then, there she was. Sheri Dew was being escorted by a member of the Stake Relief Society Presidency. I just sprawled out in the church parking lot in front of Sheri Dew. Now, you're probably thinking, "Oh, Tim, I can't believe you. I'm so sorry, you must be so embarrassed." On the contrary, I'm so excited that I got to see her. If I could have ran fast enough and got there without tainted breath, I would have gone to meet her.

Everyone told me I should have stayed anyway to hear her speak. I really should have. but I knew it was for women and I felt that I didn't necessarily need to be there.

She came, she spoke and she was loved by all! I'm very glad to have been able to see her. She truly is a great inspirational speaker and has a great grasp on the gospel. I love me some Sheri Dew!

Don't fall of a roof while you work, doo doo doo...

I really can't believe I haven't written anything about this already. No, I haven't fell off a roof, yet. But I do work for a company where it can be a possibility. So if anyone in South Louisiana needs a roof-let me know!!!

So I'm an estimator (there is a better title but it has slipped my mind for the moment, maybe I'll edit this post lata.) for a roofing company. Basically I measure roofs, explain to the home owner how much it is and why we are taking enough money for a new car to replace their roof and then, theoretically they are supposed to pay us to do it. I have only been estimating for 2 weeks, and I haven't seen the fruits of my labor yet. I mean, on the mission, I'd at least have a second appointment by now. But people are taking their time, it's a big investment, I understand.

So the first roof I attempted to climb on was my own. One of my roommates owns the house in which I reside in-not completely living in my car J.A. In my normal gung-ho (where the hud did that saying originate?) fashion, I pulled out my brand spankin' new gorilla ladder and shimmed on up. I got to the top of the ladder and said, "this isn't so bad." I started to get up on the roof (fyi, my hands a seriously sweating as I'm typing this) and my foot starts to slip so immedeately, I turn around and sit down to try to brace my self from plummeting to the concrete below. After 15 minutes (I'm sure it was only seconds) I calmed my self down. After I realized I wasn't going to die, my mind was flooded with possibilities of escape. I had my cell phone with me, who could I call to help me off the roof. Option 2, if I jump off the roof, I can land on that bush over there and not break too many bones. Option 3, if I fall be sure to bend the knees and roll as to not break my legs...seriously my mind is crazy! Finally, I muscled, I mean pysched myself out, enough courage to get my fat butt off that roof. After on the ground, I prayed gratitude like never before. I also vowed never again to get on another roof-EVER! After all, I've been taught ways to measure roofs from the ground-easy!

Since this horrific even, I've actually overcome my fear of roofs, well some roofs. I've been on a few which really aren't that bad. Our roof is fairly steep and I won't be back on another one that is our pitch again.

Church Spotting

So, I'm home alone, awaiting the time to turn to a decent time to show up for church. You know when it's appropriate. If you show up too early, people ask you to do stuff . If you show up too late, you don't get a good seat. There's a perfect time to show up to church, although I have to make myself wait until that time comes. I'm prone to being early to engagements. Occasionally, I might be late due to unforeseen annoyances. For the most part, I'm early. I really do struggle with making myself show up later, for that perfect time, to church. If I show up too early, I start playing the piano and then EVERYONE expects you to play the piano-I'm not that good, I just enjoy it. Or I'm asked to pass the sacrament. Please don't misunderstand, I love serving, I don't mind helping out. But please take some initiative and ask people to do these things BEFORE Sunday-model concept?!?!!? I even think the brethren have counseled to ask people in advance for any church assignment. While I'm on the subject, don't ask for volunteers. Delegate assignments, "Bro. Garner, I need to to help with the sacrament next week, will you do that?" "I'd love to." Why would I say no? Then, call a few days in advance to confirm.

I'm not bitter, in anyway-just would like things to change. I still love the gospel and support my leaders. I'm still called to serve Him.

Ouizer, Clairee, Dolly and Glenda

These are a few of favorite women, in my head and real life. When the pie calls, when the chicken nacho's beckon, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel, so bad.

The other night, my friends and I held a packing party which consisted of cardboard boxes, name calling and things that would frighten fish! But we all had an extremely fun time.

Around 1030, Clairee discovers her need for pie. We set out on a journey for any pie Baton Rouge could offer. We stopped at IHOP, which was fruitless, to say the least. We were seated promptly by a woman with too much hair for one head. Then proceeded to wait a good 5 or so minutes before deciding we should try somewhere else. Not only did no one come to greet us, IHOP doesn't even sell pie-what 24 hour establishment doesn't sell pie??!?!??!!!

Our travels took us next to Waffle House. I know they serve pie, I've eaten it! After deciding there were five of us and we all could not fit in a four person booth, we determined we'd find nourishment elsewhere. That's when the magical words rang like birds singing on a summer's morn; unless that morn is Saturday before 9am and you're trying to sleep and loudmouth Snow White-wanna-be bird won't shut up! We heard, PLUCKER'S! No, not plucking the loud bird, Plucker's-known for their wings by most. But Clairee, Ouizer and I know them for their delicious Chicken Nachos. Although, Clairee was not in search of Nachos this eve', oh no. She was in search of another Plucker's delicacy...the Fried Twinkee. That's right, we fry everything in the south, I've even had friend Oreos-oh, heaven will have those!

On our way through the great campus of LSU to the magical land of fried fatness, we stopped by an old friend, Mike.

Mike is none other than the mascot of the 2008 National State football Champs! The funny part is we didn't think he'd even come out. We walked around his cage for a little while. And when I say cage, this is no ordinary cage. This is a 15,000 sq foot enclosure to house this wonderful mammal. It is gorgeous! Anyway, we walked around it and as if cued for his entrance, he appeared. We were so happy. He even posed for us for a bit, but we only got back shots of him. As if to say, "this is my better side." But he seriously came over to us, plopped down and sat for about 10 minutes. Then he laid down to nap. Such a camera whore.Now, for those of you who may be scared of death defying feats, please do not read any further. No-DON'T! It could be too dangerous for you to view. For, what I'm about to show you has never been attempted by anyone before with a purple shirt on. Please, please, don't try this at home.


After our "feat" with Mike, we pressed on to our destination of Plucker's. Fun and a sense of nausea was had by all. Fried Twinkee's are great, but at 1130 at night, they too can be dangerous!

Here's a picture

So I've been chided for not having any pictures on here-not sure why I don't.

Recently, Glenda and I went to my first Southern game. It was very impressive. Roomie, the mascot, had an unveiling. Although I am oh so interested in sports galore, we left at half time, but not before the fire-refic display of music and fire works to reintroduce the new Roomie, with muscles and real animal fur as part of his new costume. Realistically, it was entertaining and well done!

Two things I want to mention.

I don't hate sports, but I don't enjoy watching them either. If I am attending a sporting event, it's more for the fun and the people as opposed to the actual event. If I drank, I'd be one helluva tail-gaitor! It was a lot of fun, though-especially since I know who Roomie is, shhhhh!!

Secondly, Louisianians are some hard core fools when it comes to our college football. We were out there with Panchos, during the aftermath of Ike. It dumped on us pretty good for a little while.
Also, I'm listing an e-mail of just how crazy we people are here in the south, hope y'all enjoy! We may not always be singing in the rain but it doesn't get us down either!

Please read it, it's all very true!

Gustav's Guide to Hurricane Survival
Lessons Learned During and After the Storm
The hurricane grouch quotient can be calculated by adding the number of children and pets in a home without power, multiplied by the number of days quoted on the Entergy telephone recording, divided by the number of fans or portable air conditioners powered by your home generator, (however if you were last in line at Home Depot and have no generator then multiply by the daily high for that day reported by either Pat Shingleton or Jay Grymes), then add the number of trips to the washateria and the days left until school opens. Discount by the percentage of time spent at neighbors who have power. Recalculate as often as necessary

No matter how many times you flick the switch, lights don't work without electricity.
Vienna sausages only appear on the food pyramid during hurricane season.
Gas mileage is recalculated based on miles per fume.
Lovebugs do not disappear in 80mph wind gusts.
Disasters can cancel one LSU football game but there will be even bigger casualties if we cancel two.
Despite protests, kids can re-live their parents' youth when there were only 3 tv channels!

Cats are even more irritating without power.
Baton Rouge without traffic lights resembles Mexico City, Rome, Los Angeles and New York City all rolled into a single snarl.

A 7 lb bag of ice will chill 6-12 oz beers to a drinkable temperature in 11 minutes, and still keep a 14 lb. turkey frozen for 8 more hours.

There are/were a lot of really big trees around here!

Just because you're 18 doesn't mean you can stay out as late as you want. Mayor Holden meant business when he said curfew.

People will get into a line that has already formed without having any idea what the line is for.
Calories consumed during a hurricane or power outage do not count.

Telemarketers function no matter what the weather is doing. New Delhi does not check the weather report in Baton Rouge.

Most popular text message after September 1: do u hve pwr

Twenty-seven of your neighbors are fed from a different transformer than you, and they are quick to point that out!
Crickets and cicadas can increase their volume to overcome the sound of 14 generators.

Dirty clothes in an unsupervised hamper multiply at an exponential rate.
Coffee, spaghetti and frozen pizzas can be made on a grill.
He who has the biggest generator wins.

Tree service companies are under-appreciated, except after hurricanes.
Our Lady of the Lake never closes. Really.
Water will fill the Acadian Thruway underpass, even sometimes when it is not raining.
There are a lot more stars in the sky than most people thought.
If you owned a store that sold only ice, chain saws, gas and generators, you would be rich
With only a small amount of guilt South Louisiana can collectively pray a second hurricane to landfall in another state or country.

And so to our friends and families, some who are still without power and others who have endured great personal loss, you are in our prayers. Hang in there, we are making progress. Thank you to all our first responders, healthcare professionals, service technicians, teachers, police officers, small business owners, and more who join with the thousands of individuals sharing their time and talent to help restore our community to wholeness.

The most important lesson of all learned from Gustav in the last week is that the human spirit has an amazing resilience that even a hurricane cannot bend. Through God's love and amazing grace we can endure all things.

Called to Serve-My first essay since I've been back to school

Within the organization of my church, there is a leap of faith. All young men, at the age of 19, are strongly encouraged to take two years to serve as a full-time missionary. From the time I was a young child, my parents have taught me correct principles to help prepare me for this journey. My parents have always taught me to look for opportunities to help others. A friend needs a shoulder to cry on. An elderly woman asks for help in yard work. Anytime someone asks for my help, I need to assist in any way I can. I knew, however, there was more.

At an early age, I developed a desire to help people, to serve. With my family, I was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the month after my 9^th birthday. Although I was young, I still knew that what I was doing would lead me to serving in the ranks of God’s army. The young men who taught my parents, sister and me of the true gospel of Jesus Christ would live on in my memory as spiritual soldiers in this army of God and help to lead me to join this call to serve, specifically as a full-time missionary. These young Elders served our family so effortlessly. Without thought to themselves, they came into our home to share with us something so special; a gift that would stay with my family and strengthen us. Also, their time with my family would lead me to follow in their footsteps and so that I too could share this gift with others.

Nothing was going to stand in my way. I had options to not serve. There was the possibility of marriage, school or a job. I even had obstacles, but nothing slowed my drive to serve. My mind only thought about serving a mission. Even from the time of my baptism, I can remember only wanting to serve as an Elder. My desire to help others shattered any other wants, like a brick whirling through a pane of glass. To be honest, there were times of brief doubt or instances where I had to ponder if this was what I really wanted to do. This was two years of nothing but service. I’d be far away from my home. I would have no access to television, I could only call home twice a year, and I couldn’t date or even attend school. My life as I knew it would be put on hold. This was a decision I would need to make if I were to share this magical gift with others. As fast as electricity responds to flipping on a light switch, these concerns, these doubts were outshone by all of the positive things that this mission would bring to others.

As a servant of the Lord, I shared my testimony of truth to thousands of people. I bore strong witness to people who never heard of Jesus Christ. Through the spirit of Christ, people were converted to the knowledge that He lives. My ability to serve was not only spiritual. I slugged through manure to help clean out horse stalls. Some of my time was spent shoveling glass or gathering newspaper for a recycling center. During the winter with shovel in hand, I walked from house to house offering to shovel sidewalks and driveways. This, all of this, was worth the small sacrifice of two years. What better could I have done in two years on my own? I learned so much about service, which leads to the love of others. To be part of this force to serve helped me more than if I would have attended college for two years. If I would have worked for those two years, I still wouldn’t be as rich in spirit and life as I would have been monetarily. Stepping out of my life and into the ranks as a spiritual soldier continues to help me to serve others.

Today, I still see benefits of my mission. My ability to notice when someone needs a helping hand has increased. Most of my time as a missionary was spent talking to others about things that are very important to me. Certain points of doctrine aren’t understood by some of the people I taught which has instilled in me a judge not philosophy. I don’t judge people just because they think differently than I do. I can discuss things better now when I enter a disagreement. Before my mission, I might not have been so open-minded. I’ve learned patience as I’ve struggled to teach people who want to learn but won’t change their lifestyle to prove it. This all attests to my parents helping me, teaching me, and setting a good example for me to do what is right; of which I will always be grateful. This call to serve came from God but started through my parent’s decision to teach and give the very best to their son, the gift of service.

Concrete-uuhhh, Custard!

So, today solidified all of my fears, misleading thoughts, issues, etc., with quitting my current job. Yes, I have never spent over 2 years at a job. Yes, I have great benefits i.e. insurance, paid time off, flexibility, etc. Yes, I have a great boss who is willing to work with me on every want and need I desire. Yes, I never have to worry about bills and YES it's a great status. BUT. And I do mean BUT!!!!!! This morning three of my employees, who were scheduled for a shift at the same time, were not at work. Two of them quit and one was sadly home, sick-blah!! A little tidbit, when you're sick-go to work! Unless you have some contagious disease, go to work! Ok, depending on your job, but if you have diarrhea, you can still go to work and NOT leave your co-workers stranded. I digress. So, am I bitter-no. Am I sad-no. Am I worried about the next few weeks-no, ok a little....Am I feeling bad for leaving-NO! Almost used a profanity, but I refrained. Am I still excited to be leaving, YES!!! So excited, I just can't hide it!

Kah, Kah, Kah!

So I had a little touch of the Nostalgia tonight. Glenda took me to see Wizard of Oz, performed by the Central Community Theatre. It was entertaining. I laughed. I enjoyed most of the singers and they had a live Orchestra, go figure?!?

It made me think of high school, of course, and how lucky I was to have been in such a great town. There's a lot of diversity in Canon City and there's a lot of art driven people. although there were 14 prisons within 15 minutes of my house, there was definitely a lot of expression going on. I say all this to give homage to my exposure to Theatre and express my love for it! I still listen, a great bit, to musicals. I love music. I love singing. I love dancing.

In addition and on a totally separate note, I'm teaching Sunday School tomorrow and just remembered about 20 minutes ago. Yikes! Here come those last minute missionary skills!

Get a job, sha nah nah nah!

So, my time has come to move on. Sadly, enough, I've really enjoyed where I'm working. I'd still love to work there, but I'm not sure I can last working a full-time job, being on call 24/7 and going to school at the same time.

On a serious note, if there is anyone in the known free world of Southern LA in the know of a job that will hire a 26 yo male who is highly qualified for ANYTHING to do with office work, medical terminology, insurance verification, supervisory skills, a great personality and loves to work-let me know! I'm almost getting to a desperate point in my life where I'll go back to stripping if the price is right. Crap, and by stripping I mean teaching those dance lessons to the elderly :-) ! Again, seriously, please let me know of any opportunity!

And if you know me and know where I work and work with me, by chance-do not repeat any of this to ANYONE! Dr. Stick, including you!

SYTYCD

Haven't made a personal, deep entry since I've started blogging, so why not?

I really enjoy dancing a lot. I've been watching So you Think You can Dance and really miss it a lot. I'm not sure if I'm actually as good as everyone says I am. I know I'm better than some people and maybe just a nice party trick. I'm not technical, although I feel if I had training I could be very good.

Does anyone wanna know my whole dancing story? Yeah!?!?

The first time I really thought about dancing was around age 15. A couple from church taught a class on the country swing. A friend of mine and i loved it and started to dance on our own and make up a few things to go along with the basic step. The same year, I "auditioned" for "Hello Dolly," our school musical. Despite my few lines as the court reporter(only in the play, not movie), I was only in the chorus. I started developing a love for musical theatre. Then I was asked to audition for the show choir in high school. We sang and dance at the same time. I wasn't the best singer, but tried my hardest to succeed and was pushed to become better, singing and dancing. All the time, still working with my friend, Bonnie, to "perfect" the country swing.

When I went to college, I found a great opportunity with STYLE, a group dedicated to teaching youth the proper techniques in couple dancing. I learned a lot about ballroom technique, different styles and how to teach them. With the amazing school I attended, every Wednesday night was Swing dancing. This means, every week, for a very small fee, you could attend a dance of full swing dancing or country dancing. There was an hour of lessons and then about 2 hours of free dancing! It was amazing. I learned all I needed to teach the different types of dances and became an instructor!

That's my long journey to where I am today. I've picked up a few styles here and there and still love to dance. My new obsession is Zydeco/Cajun two-steppin!

My new adventure will be teaching Lil' Scoot how to Boot Scoot and Boogy!

This wasn't as deep as I thought it was going to be. I miss dancing all the time and wish i could do it more!

Amendamendum

I wanted to add something to my post on food-glorious food. Ever since I've been going to McDonald's and found out they put onions on even their kids burgers, yuck, I have been selecting Chicken Nuggets as my poison of choice. I've ventured out to the Big Mac and a few others, but usually stick with my safe 10 pack all white meat bundle of goodness. BBQ being my sauce of choice. I'm OCD, if you don't know me, and always count things. I ALWAYS count how many nuggets I get. Not to see if the old red head is gonna short me one but to see if some kind hearted metal mouthed friend would slip me a extra one because he was feeling generous-maybe some hormone driven filey said hi to him that day, who knows?! Anyway, the other day it happened! I actually got an extra nugget in my box. I was seriously overjoyed with enthusiasm. I almost didn't think it was real. Even after eating the first one, I counted them again just to check the accuracy of my miracle. And then there was ten. AMEN!

Gidyup

A dear friend of mine believed it was time to find a convertible, don her overly large sunglasses and scarfs and drive two of her friends to the gulf for the day. How fantastically Wong Foo, with our the cross-dressing. I wasn't invited for the girls day out, but was still able to experience the thrill of the open road.

In the spirit of the day, I was offered a ride in this beast of all horses to plow down the streets of BR at night. We dropped the top and just drove. As we belted well-known musical tracts, we had to use the most appealing and appropriate of all. As Elphaba started her change monologue, I sang along with arms flowing with motion. As her climax rose, along with the speedometer, my body started to slide to try to break free of my constraining strap of safety. My arms stretched as far as they could go and I belted lyrics that will always be synonymous with flying. Free and unscathed from the world, I flew with a character that made me feel open and a tinge of happiness.

I love singing. I love my life.

Fast Moods

I've had several issues with my food choices lately. First off, I figured I haven't spent more than $100.00 in at least two months on groceries, collectively. Meaning, all the food I've been buying is from a restaurant and not the market like I should be. I really don't mind eating out but I love cooking! Plus some of the experiences I've had lately are horrific.

WW and I were pressed for time and needed a place to eat that was close to my work. I didn't really crave anything but I knew that I hadn't had Chinese in a while and there were a couple around the area. There was one right across the street. Although I've been told not to go there, it was closer the one that most of the employees purchase from. We walked in, ordered and began to sit down. And then I felt it. The floor in the dining room, if you wanted to call the small gathering of metal and plastic such, was so sticky. The chairs, the table, the floor. I was so disgusted. But we prevailed, vowing never to return. The food wasn't even that great-although we should have only ordered one thing because the portions were gi-normous!

My next tale happened in another fast food establishment, one that I am so proud to say I love! The amazing people who didn't invent the chicken, just the chicken sandwich! My story, though, isn't one of the amazing lemonade or the scrumptious waffle fries. No, no, my dear friends. It's a horror. But definitely could be found a little humorous. It all happened, in the bathroom. I sat on the toilet-fyi, I don't think many things are inappropriate-and began my business. I moved around a bit and heard a popping sound at the same time the seat shifted and something wet splashed against my leg. I thought, " dang it, I broke the seat and something fell into the toilet. " Upon later examining the situation, I discovered a mayonnaise packet had been strategically placed between the seat and the lid. At first I thought, "gross, it's all over my leg." but then, "That's such a great prank."

My last bite comes from our friend and neighbor, Chili's. Actually it's a general comment, but I realized it at Chili's. I would love to train servers. Wait staff in the BR area SUCK! I don't always go to chili's, I eat at other restaurants that are more classy than the ever popular baby back, but still...there's not much to it. You just have to learn to multi-task, deal with crap and kiss butt. I'll give 'em something to talk about!

Desti-knee or ankle

We left early-EARLY-on Saturday morning with 15-17 YSA campers, looking for a great need to relax, escape from life/work/the world and we all found a beautiful paradise of emerald colored water with white sand beaches, gorgeous/nearly perfect weather and a weekend of more than we could ask for!

My play on of words will lead into our trip to Destin, Florida. It was a great trip and really couldn't have gotten better. The "knee" part is an actual spelling of a the name Destiny; but leads into my sore foot. I really can't explain more, just thought it was a funny title.

I had a great time. The weather was beautiful, there were no bugs, I got a little sun; it was a great time. A great part of the trip ended with a sweet moment after a long walk with a dear friend.

Double the pleasure

Am I allowed to have double themed posts? K, great!

I guess this isn't really much of a theme as a declaration. Maybe that's the wrong word for it. Maybe Ouizer can help me out with my word choice. Anyway, I'm trying to either quote a movie or song in every post. I didn't do it one post so far, but it'll come fo' sho'!

Ok, so I'm riding home from work today and I can't believe how stupid people are. I know, road rage, blah blah blah. But seriously. My point is, when your entering an interstate-YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY! How can people not understand that. It's just assumed that I'm going to move my car over into on coming traffic so you can get on the interstate, uh-uh, RooD! So next time you're thinking, you want it that away, think again. This explosion ain't stopping. Now don't make me cuss!

Wally-world vs. the Target

You must really say Target as the French would. If you do not, please stop now and vow never to return again!

I went to Wal-mart today for the first time in a while. I'm sure I've been sometime in the past few months, but not nearly as much as I use to. It's a dirty place and the employees really aren't as great there as the beautiful read bulls-eye.

In Sam's defense, it's got some great prices and a variety of things that can't be found at target. They are a little more abundant in every day needs. Today, for instance, I found an AC adapter...couldn't find one at the competitor across the interstate. He's tried to make a great store and it really does appeal to low cost shoppers.

"On the other hand", Target is a great store. There are things there you can't find anywhere! And I've come to realize if I can't find them at Target, I'll just have to go somewhere else that specializes in that specific item to swipe my doggie faced card. Not that Wal-mart is that bad, Target is just that good.

Being in management, I've noticed that certain types of people are drawn to certain types of environments. Simply put, you won't find Target employees applying at Wal-mart.

To wrap this up, I'm glad there is a Target close to my house. Thank you Wal-mart for all you've done for me in the past. This isn't goodbye, just a simple see ya' later!

My reasoning

There are many things I could talk about on a daily basis, but usually they could be considered negative. I'll try my hardest to not overtake this blog with them but there will be occasional venting sessions and even worse...a sympathy plea or two. Please bare with me, I'm new and still want to be liked but more importantly, I want to be heard!

So, now that is out of the way, a friend of mine JP gave me some tips on blogging. Not so much tips as how I can blog but it was more of me eaves dropping on her blog and realizing some key points to make in my own. First off, use alternate names for the people in my life. This way, if someone comes here and finds someone's name-well let's just put it in one word I know well but don't always adhere to, confidentiality.

Today is the first day I'll post my blog address on a certain website that is for checking out faces through a sort of series of pages about people. I'm anxious to see what happens. I wanted to make sure I had a few entries before people read this. I didn't want to appear an amateur, which I'm sure I really can't avoid.

This one is long, I'm impressed. I'm still not sure about pictures yet..I'll have to venture out one step at a time. Thnx, Anne, for your inspiration!

Can I vent and be random?

"Of course you can!!!" FYI, I really love to use random quotes and if anyone would like to finish them or identify where they come from, it would make me happy!

Venting. . . I can't really believe that people think it's OK to belittle anyone, just because you are not happy with your life. Although this happens most often during this time; meaning when people are not happy with their life they feel it's most appropriate to take out this frustration on others, namely me. Just think before you react. It's not nice, not professional and definitely not appreciated by anyone to feel the wrath of anyone scorned.

Today I had a little thought about being positive. There are so many things to be positive about. It doesn't happen over night as much as a gradual process over time. It needs to be taken slowly and is definitely has to be a conscious effort. Being positive could even be a way to show faith in something.

First one

How many times I've thought, "Hmm, I really would like to talk and not have any one interrupt me!" Now I can. I'm so incredibly happy! Today, I complete my first tell all. I'm very happy with my life and really don't want to change too much. There are some things that if I really worked at it, I could change, but who wants to work?

One day, when I'm awfully low...I might try to understand more about my life, what I want to be when I grow up, what kind of life I will have, and what could be improved about the life I have now. But until then, I'll just call this my first blog and be done with it.