A full cup runs over and makes a mess sometimes.

...such is the case with my summer. Too much work, too many hobbies, too many things that I have my hands in. It's been great fun, but things are starting to come to a close and lots of pressure is coming down. No worries, I can handle pressure, it's just a lot of work, tends to make me tired. I'm going to retake my Business class.

...but somehow, through all this summer, and all my lack of studying, and my lack of a book, and my lack of motivation, I still managed to get an 82% on my final for my business class. The teacher made it half true/false, and half essay. I only missed one point out of 60 on the essay, and all the true/false questions were true. Weird huh?

Ok, class time. All you all have fun. Dance a little bit. By yourself, whatever. Goodnight.

It's still hot.

Yep, the temperature is still excruciatingly extreme. Israel is attacking, North Korea is mad, American politics are divided, and Best Buy is doing well. What is this world coming to?

As Jason would say, nothing. The problems have just moved around, and thanks to mr. Media, we're now all a bit more aware of it. Ten years ago, there was just as much violence in the world as now. Somolia, Bosnia, and many others were just as murderous. Many of them have calmed down and now it's up to Israel, Iran and North Korea to keep on the world's constant battles.

American politics. Ha. They are and always have been rediculously jelously over-done and under-appreciated. You remember when you first found out that some Egyptian Pharoahs were under 20 years old when they held power? You were all shocked and amazed. It's no different. Most of the people in power are just physically older kids, with no patience, no heart, and a huge desire for power. I mean, come on. Grow up.

Don't get me started on Best Buy.

So, some must ask the question, what now? What do we do? I propose this: we forge ahead, have fun, and make light of the things that most people don't. Very very few things in this world are even remotely affected by you. Find something to affect, something you believe in, something you enjoy, get good at it, and affect it like nobody has.

Anyways, I'm going to go put forth my best foot on the sales floor. I'm going to convince my managers that I'm an asset. Not because I want to remain a salesman, or even remain at my current place of employment, but because I want people to see what happens when a person truly enjoys life, and doesn't get affected by corperate shenanigans, or managerial bureaucracy.

Who cares about that? Money isn't about life, so why help someone out who thinks it is?

There's more to life than money, more than possessions, more than junk, more than sex, more than cars.

There's so much in my head right now, I don't have time or space to write it all. I'll try to add more in later posts. Until then,

Goodbye Bloggers, and stay classy.

It's getting hotter.

It's supposed to remain hot and it's driving me crazy. Sure, I have air-conditioning, but every time I use it, my car dies at idle, and my horsepower drops to a level that most ten-year-olds experience with their little battery-powered barbie-cars. And it rattles; God, it rattles. And the door broke.

But one day, hopefully soon, I'll replace it with something reliable.
My only hope is that I'll find a car that is decently good-looking, fun to drive and won't break.
Wouldn't that be awesome?

For now, I'm relaxed. I get antsy when I have to drive my car, but when I get home, put on my headphones, and listen to something, anything, I can disappear into my little "space" where nothing can bother me. Nothing can penetrate. It's my own Iron Eagle.

Nothing comes into my space without permission, and I gladly allow God in, because of how much awesomer he makes the place. It's like a club-house, with the coolest guy ever chilling out with you.

Every time I'm truly happy, every time I truly relax, I know it's God loving me. That's why I am the way I am.

It's hot.

It's hot. And what sucks is that our house isn't so much hot as it is humid. So it can be cold, and you can still be sweating. It helps when I'm sitting right next to the vent. However, when you've been outside and you come in, it feels hot. And cold. It's like GoldBond (c). Which acts the same as IcyHot. Pervert.

Anyways; Jason is outside cleaning his conquest. Josh and Casey are playing Call of Duty, and as usual, Casey is instigating aggrivation in Josh's nerves, and I find that humerous, as always.

Buttons is over on his computer doing his usual thing. Nobody is sure what it is. It's a great mystery. When Buttons is here, but he's not in-game...nobody knows what is going on. One day, maybe we will discover the meaning. One fine day.

My Fiji waterbottle got owned. I dropped it on it's head, and now it's all bent up. Grr.

Off.