A New Life

It's funny. This time around in the break-up process, I feel like I'm picking up where I left off, at week three of recovery, I guess you could call it, instead of starting over. This time, instead of slowly backing away from the relationship, beginning to face a new direction, I am going face forward toward something new. I'm excited to start a new relationship. Please don't take offense San Diego, but our time together has seemed like a memory, or a dream. It's something that has passed, and now I'm looking into the future toward a new life. I think this time there has been something else to be excited about. I'm going to be moving into a new apartment in a few weeks, so I'm looking forward to being completely independent, no help from my parents at all. The semester's ending soon, and a couple of my classes have already had the finals. I was enjoying this lovely weather until I looked out my window this morning and it was snowing steadily, which it still is. Dang. I hope I don't get a yellow card for that one, like Compulsive Indecision.

I also talked to one of my friends at home that I haven't heard from in a couple of months, my friend Dustin. He and I hung out a few times over the summer, and he's a hard-core percussionist. He thinks a day is wonderful if he can practice for eight hours. Wierd, huh? Well, one day he'll be famous for his skills as a percussionist. Good for him. Maybe he can lend me money, since I don't know what I want to do with my life. I'd better decide soon, since my priority registration date is the twentieth, and I'd like to choose some classes that would help my major, whatever it may be. Whoa, don't freak out everyone, but this is going to be a short post, since I am off to Russian Choir.

Good bye, God bless you, Please come again. Have a caffeine-free life. We'll see you next time, same time, same place, so you will learn blinding incandescence, truths from the pages of the Book of Mormon, to help you through your sojouron in mortality, as you trudge along this telestial orb, as it hurls itself through Celestial spheres on high. (Brother Parker)