So, I've come to point in my life where I've decided that I'm going to be an IT technician (for now that is...) I get to start a week of classes today, but my brain decided it hated me last night. I woke up this morning around 3 and couldn't get back to sleep. Thanks Brain!
I never really imagined being a technician when I grew up. I always wanted to be a police officer when I was really young, but slowly realized that can get you shot. (My brothers liked to torture me with nerf guns, and those were bad enough...) I ultimately decided being in Criminal Justice wasn't the career path for me. Even if you get to ride around with a dog in your car...
Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
My Eternal Annoyance...
Hey guys,
Sorry for not posting the last few days. I'm calling Sundays my official day off, and yesterday and today I've been performing major surgery on my car. Ever since we bought our car, the windshield wipers haven't worked properly. I'm trying to fix that. (Apparently it rains a lot in the midwest, who knew?) So, with that I bid you farewell, and hope to resume a regular posting schedule a.s.a.p.
John
Sorry for not posting the last few days. I'm calling Sundays my official day off, and yesterday and today I've been performing major surgery on my car. Ever since we bought our car, the windshield wipers haven't worked properly. I'm trying to fix that. (Apparently it rains a lot in the midwest, who knew?) So, with that I bid you farewell, and hope to resume a regular posting schedule a.s.a.p.
John
Saturday, June 12, 2010
My Music
I've been debating what to put up today. The last few posts have been fairly personal subjects, and have all been a little less "fun and enjoyable" and a little more "oh-woe-is-me I wan't to cut myself...". In order to keep myself from sounding like I haven't taken enough Prozac lately, I wish to instead take this post in a new direction.
Music.
I know I stated it in my first post, but I am truly a huge fan of music. It all stems from my parents. I grew up with two very musical parents, if in slightly different ways. My mother was always a great singer. Some of my earliest experiences with music were her singing to me, as well as us being in our church choir together. My father, on the other hand, is an absolute audiophile. I was lucky enough to grow up listening to his music on an extremely good stereo system. To this day, I absolutely love many of those same groups; i.e. The Eagles, Boston, Genesis, Alan Parsons' Project. So from a very early age, I've loved music.
Music.
I know I stated it in my first post, but I am truly a huge fan of music. It all stems from my parents. I grew up with two very musical parents, if in slightly different ways. My mother was always a great singer. Some of my earliest experiences with music were her singing to me, as well as us being in our church choir together. My father, on the other hand, is an absolute audiophile. I was lucky enough to grow up listening to his music on an extremely good stereo system. To this day, I absolutely love many of those same groups; i.e. The Eagles, Boston, Genesis, Alan Parsons' Project. So from a very early age, I've loved music.
Friday, June 11, 2010
My Living Situation
It's been brought to my attention that I might not have been as clear as possible about my current living circumstance. Please allow me to elaborate.
I live with my wife's parents and her autistic twin brother. We live downstairs in their basement, in a room just slightly larger than our king-size bed. Yes, king(I love that bed. It's like sleeping on a cloud...). We've been allowed to live rent free, and because of this, we have actually been surviving for the past year. We don't have much, but we're living.
Let me make this as clear as possible. I LOVE HER FAMILY. They are some of the best people I have ever met. Only because of their kindness am I even allowed to be posting this right now. They have never judged me harshly (since the marriage, at least). They have always treated me with as much respect as possible. They keep my life from being mundane and boring. That being said, I'm not good at living with people.
I live with my wife's parents and her autistic twin brother. We live downstairs in their basement, in a room just slightly larger than our king-size bed. Yes, king(I love that bed. It's like sleeping on a cloud...). We've been allowed to live rent free, and because of this, we have actually been surviving for the past year. We don't have much, but we're living.
Let me make this as clear as possible. I LOVE HER FAMILY. They are some of the best people I have ever met. Only because of their kindness am I even allowed to be posting this right now. They have never judged me harshly (since the marriage, at least). They have always treated me with as much respect as possible. They keep my life from being mundane and boring. That being said, I'm not good at living with people.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
My Semi-Irrational Fears
So, I'm often plagued by the fear that I'm not truly good at anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm ok at lots of stuff, but I don't know that I'm truly good at anything(except for making French Toast, I will own your soul with the deliciousness of my French Toast!). I try to be funny, only to second guess the words coming out of my mouth. I take random amounts of time researching new projects, never sure if I'll ever actually complete them. I come up with ideas for things I'm going to do someday, but never take time to find out how to accomplish them.
I suppose I shouldn't say that I'm afraid of not being good at anything, but rather I'm afraid that I don't have the attention span to BECOME good at anything. I don't find myself interested in the same things for much longer than a month or two. Unfortunately for me, that's not usually long enough to master a craft (but if it was, I would so be the coolest Jack of All Trades. "You can fix cars and computers, you make your own clothes AND you own a 5 star restaurant?!"). About the only thing I have been consistently working on for the last 2 years is learning how to cook. Lucky for me, I like my food. But other than a few select dishes, I don't really think I've mastered anything.
I suppose I shouldn't say that I'm afraid of not being good at anything, but rather I'm afraid that I don't have the attention span to BECOME good at anything. I don't find myself interested in the same things for much longer than a month or two. Unfortunately for me, that's not usually long enough to master a craft (but if it was, I would so be the coolest Jack of All Trades. "You can fix cars and computers, you make your own clothes AND you own a 5 star restaurant?!"). About the only thing I have been consistently working on for the last 2 years is learning how to cook. Lucky for me, I like my food. But other than a few select dishes, I don't really think I've mastered anything.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
My Life Story
So, I've never really been one for blogging, but I thought that it might be nice to actually get some thoughts out of my head for once. I've been feeling this pressing need to write lately, but I haven't really been inspired to actually put anything out. Needless to say, I remembered this blog that I had created a few years ago, and felt like I could give it a shot. I'll try and update this often with whatever I feel I have to say. For the moment, I think I'll just start by telling you about my life and who I am.
My name is John. I was born 22 years ago to a mother and father who loved and cared for me. I grew up with two older brothers, and a sister who came to visit as often as she could (my parents were on their second marriage each, so all my siblings are half-siblings. My sister lived with her mom in California, we lived in Arkansas). I was always raised to believe I was smart, and because of that I always found myself thinking that I was smarter than those around me. This trait caused me to be pushed around my whole life (apparently other kids don't like it when you act smarter than them, who knew?). Sadly, I still have some of that same tendency; I don't think it'll ever truly go away. Now I have the wisdom, most of the time at least, to simply keep my mouth shut.
My name is John. I was born 22 years ago to a mother and father who loved and cared for me. I grew up with two older brothers, and a sister who came to visit as often as she could (my parents were on their second marriage each, so all my siblings are half-siblings. My sister lived with her mom in California, we lived in Arkansas). I was always raised to believe I was smart, and because of that I always found myself thinking that I was smarter than those around me. This trait caused me to be pushed around my whole life (apparently other kids don't like it when you act smarter than them, who knew?). Sadly, I still have some of that same tendency; I don't think it'll ever truly go away. Now I have the wisdom, most of the time at least, to simply keep my mouth shut.
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