Friday, August 31, 2007

Robbery at the airport

Waiting at the airport for my mother's long delayed flight to arrive, I went in search of something to drink. All I could find were 20 oz bottles for $1.75. It's a pretty sad statement when you have to put credit card readers on a drink vending machine.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Why do they start classes the week before Labor Day?

This first week has been a complete waste of gas and time. We've done nothing in either class, and got out early both niights. I could be doing so many other things with this time.

Getting picky in my old age

I had lunch in our cafeteria today with a guy at work who I think has a crush on me. He's a sweet guy, and not at all bad looking. But the dead chicken on his plate was already a turn-off, and then he started talking about his church.

If a guy is religious enough to have a church, I just can't get into him. Truthfully, if they're into religion at all, I'm probably not going to be interested - at least not in the long term.

Better pic of my spider buddy

Caught my spider friend at a better angle yesterday. He's got such cool markings.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me.... And I'm feeling good

I'm feeling better right now than I have in years and I intend to continue feeling this way. I will not allow myself to fall back into the bleak hopelessness that has ruled so much of the last 10+ years. I have gone through dark days indeed, and come out the other side a stronger more confident person. I still have problems, and I still struggle with a lot of things, but I have a focus and direction that was not present before.

I don't have everything figured out yet, but I do know there are some things on which I am no longer willing to compromise.

I will endeavor not to allow fear, insecurities and inhibitions to dictate my actions.
I will not waver from my convictions in the name of convenience, or in the interest of expediency.
I will not settle for what I can get, instead of striving for what I hope to obtain.
I will go confidently in the direction of my dreams!

Monday, August 27, 2007

Why am I so screwed up?

I've noticed that I tend to assume that most other people have their shit more together than I do. I'm not really sure what makes me think that, except perhaps that I usually feel so not together?

In the same vein, I assume that most people (other than family and old friends) don't want to be bothered by me because they already have lives and friends and don't want or need to add me to their circle. I've always struggled with this one, which stems from a nagging feeling that people don't really like me, and they just pretend to because they don't want to hurt my feelings.

Do I have issues or what? I struggle with these ideas all the time. I constantly tell myself that I'm wrong, that I know none of it is true, but I never can get it completely out of my head. And of course, I assume that no one else feels the same way, since everyone has their shit more together than I do.

Huge spider by the path

This guy is crazy big. Like the size of my palm. Cool markings too, but they didn't come out well in the pic. I didn't want to get any closer and disturb him.

Here's my baby

Took her for a ride for the first time in a long time last night. She's been out of commission in the garage for months due to one thing or another. But I finally got her going yesterday after work, and we went for a ride.

I love riding. I love the speed, the acceleration, the feel of all that power under me. I can't believe it took me so long to get her back on the road. Never again.

Too connected?

I'm beginning to think I'm too connected - electronically that is. I
text message, email, twitter... my phone has internet so I can do all
of this at any time, anywhere. And I can instantly look up anything
that srikes my curiosity...

I'm addicted to information

A place for all the crap in my head

I've realized recently that there is a huge amount of crap rolling
around in my head. This is where I'll be putting it.