Generally Discontent

As I mentioned earlier, I'm trying to catch up. I can't say I haven't had a chance to write updates, but it's hard to get in the habit, especially when the site isn't ready. Goddamn, Movable Type is stupid. Well, it's cool, but it's a bitch to change the layout. Or maybe it's not, and I'm the stupid one. Whatever. I'll just get the site going and change shit as I figure it out.

Anyway, I guess I don't have any really profound thoughts just yet. Not that I really expect anything. I can blab all day about how I'm gonna purge and crap, but in reality I'm just plodding along with no clear idea of...well, of anything. But I guess I don't have to have any ideas, clear or grand or otherwise.

Do I hope to learn anything from all this? Yeah, sure. I suppose I'm hoping to gain a better understanding of humanity, or at least how I fit into humanity. Er, if I fit into humanity. I guess I'm just trying to find my place in the world, or at least making sure that the place I was at was where I should be. Uh.

One important thing is that I remain open. That I say "yes" to nearly every opportunity presented to me without hesitation. This isn't a time where I can afford to say, "Nah, I don't feel like doing that" too much. It's all about experiences, after all. So yeah.

It's also about recording said experiences, which I've been doing a wonderfully shitty job of so far. Take this past Sunday for example. Andrea and her dad somehow became owners of a semi-junky pick-up truck, with the agreement that they'd sort of co-own it in case either of them need it for moving stuff or whatever. On Saturday, we picked the truck up, and on Sunday we drove it over to her dad's place.

Now, first of all, the truck has a few problems. Namely, the seatbelts don't work and the brakes are questionable, among other things. It's not so bad, but it was vaguely harrowing sitting in the thing with Jamie driving us out to the sticks, which took about a half hour. I'm happy to say we made it there without dying so much.

Worst of all, though, is that during this trip of potential death, we saw lots of cool stuff which I could not capture for lack of a camera. I saw a big rock painted like an eagle, cows, geese, a directional sign that someone had spraypainted to look like Batman's insignia, trees, farms, sunset over somewhat rural towns, some hot girls at the Olive Garden later on. And I missed getting pictures of it all.

LESSON NUMBER THREE: Take the camera EVERYWHERE! Even to the bathroom, in case something interesting happens in there. (And it often does, ladies! *rowr*) (uhm.)

And yes, I think seeing cows is a cool thing. You may not. You may live on a goddamn mountain of cows, but I rarely see the things and always feel like a little kid whenever I see them, or horses, or farms, or all those cool things that I hardly ever get exposure to. I suppose that, by traveling south, I'll get my fill of farmland, but for now I get pretty excited to see cows. Dammit.