Ducky

Ok, lemme get this straight. Three hours of hand-folding a mailing piece costs $75 per hour, yet I, being the one doing the folding, get only $9 per hour for it. Oh, well. The other four hours weren't bad. The people are pretty fun. I'm going to have a good time here. My feets hurt a little. But I'm not complaining, ok? Good.

It will take some effort to get used to working again, and going to school full-time, and studying. The latter is rather important, as I have a tendency to ignore it. And I still have to figure out how to get books...

White on slate with a black labirynth

I finished that damn essay about a week and a half late, but hey, it's done. It made me feel good, mom, when you said that it was wonderful, and way better than the first draft. Thank you.

I Got all the financial aid figured out, got in to precalculus, but the diet is still not going well.

I got a job, started at eight, quit at noon, got a better job. Gonna work at Kinkos, starting today at 3. Flexible hours, $9 per hour, 32 hours per week, and full benefits. It's not too bad. And it will be more challenging then Borders.

Have been trying to thinking artistically more. From the heart, and with good breathing. Seeing things most don't. And trying to stay in that space, aware of the present moment, for as long as I can. Doing things from that space, like writing, or speaking to people. Making life last longer.

6-Speed Manual

Yup. Getting my ass in gear. Intense college researching, daily job applying, writing admissions essay, studying up on algebra to retake the math placement assessment, and attempting to improve diet. Feels good to be busy.

A short time ago...

Returning from his blessed escape, both mental and physical, our hero is once again burdened by the weight of his struggle. This time, however, there is more than a glimmer of hope, for the troubled boy has decided that he will not make himself a victim of society any longer. He will follow the traditional path that has led so many to greatnes. He will, with his entire spirit and full time, join an acclaimed four year accademic institution of his choosing, and pursue the subjects of writing, arithmetics, history, and other of the liberal arts kind, before he decides upon a path of his own. Now, for our fair hero this is quite a departure from his traditional way of thought. He was of the belief that he could not afford the cost of devoting himself to school without having to work to support himself as well. Faced with the choice of limited coursework he chose the classes of more interest to him as opposed to ones which would allow him the completion of a degree in shorter time. For this and for his wariness of large loans, he has paid by having few completed courses, certain blemishes on his academic record, as well as, the fact that he is no longer in his youth and is lacking many knowledges of his peers. Although he has obtained wisdoms others do not have.