I purchased two books today. One is political, pertaining to Barack Obama's visions for the United States; the other is focused on habits and quitting those habits, particularly smoking. Apart from this, I'm just coasting and living the good old life. I'm doing very well, but sit on much unfinished business in various departments of my life. I am waiting for the next semester to begin, waiting for Thanksgiving break so I can see all of my much-missed amigos, waiting on people at Pizza Hut, but mostly striving to achieve something I can truly be proud of. 

I'm also waiting for the slopes to fill with snow, the pong cups to fill with beer, the opportunities for fun and excitement to emerge. It is balance what i seek, but oftentimes this equilibrium is distorted due to my young and feeble mind. It is mature to recognize these things, but by no means does this render me mature. An addictive personality coupled with complete freedom and the Michigan Tech culture may be the recipie for disaster. Pizza Hut is a bitch in some ways, but I'm convinced it will build character if I stay comitted. While it feels as if I haven't slept for the past week, I feel that if I had slept all last week, I would be less joyful and motivated. On the flipside, if I sleep and still accomplish all the things that occur with that beautiful girl who suddenly appeared in my life, I would be even better off. 

It's amazing how big of a deal facebook is these days. "If it's not on facebook, it's not official!" Jesus Christ I say, why this unneeded and backfiring pressure? It disgusts me that anyone, anywhere in the world, with any intention, whether it be ill-natured or good, can read and see pictures of intimate details of my life. Sure, I set my privacy settings to high... but it just seems very ridiculous in my eyes.

Now time to praise, not to bitch. Thank you Paul for not going to Chicago again. Thanks to Ryan for finally joining Paul and I in cleaning our shithole of a dormitory. Thanks to my grandparents, who are kicking it in their old age despite disease and pain. Thanks to my little sister, who is doing extremely well in her middle school career, and thanks to all my friends at Tech for making life enjoyable. Thanks to my parents, who continue to support me amid failure and poor academic performance, and thanks to my friends in Grand Rapids who still love me regardless of my abandoning them by moving 9 hours away. Last but definitely not least, thanks to Lisa for being all the things I've missed in a girl ever since I came to the Upper Peninsula.

All in all, I wonder what the future will bring...
                                                           ...and I hope balance is at the center of gravty. Cheers.

aight.

aight. none of y'all bitches read this anymore.
i don't care. i've been using this blog since i was in middle school.
so, be my guest. suck it. peace.

=) i love you and kiss my ass.

             I browse through the files on my PC, regarding glimpses of history, snapshots; memories. Gigabytes of photographs, and more recently, video footage, pop up on my screen. My smile waxes, my eyes shine and my mind is set into motion and the feelings experienced in the past re-emerge and morph into a mixture of expressions.
             All in all, my life has been so blessed. Quanti—and qualitatively have the times been so remarkable, so fruitful; so incredible. And, may I add to this—pose this question—bring up this fish—where the hell am I sitting?
             Ten thousand feet above ground, in a flight headed to Amsterdam, the most liberal city in the world.
             The loves, the friends, the good times, the sightseeing, the clubs, the drinks, the travel… the list seems infinite. Sadly enough, it takes solitude and boredom (and perhaps a bit of insomnia) to spawn this crucial recognition. And I’m not even referring exclusively to the cumulative past. This summer’s yolk has been one top-notch—a humble statement made before a projected highlight.

             You may be asking yourself what I’m getting at. Is it my goal to boast my great life? Or is it to recommend that you too, fly to Amsterdam, roll up some ganja, smoke it, fuck some hookers, get blue off Heinekens, abstain from sleep on the flight and have a jolly good fucking time?
             No. Not at all. I suggest you analyze all the good times you’ve had, give yourself a pat on the back and say:

“I am happy to be alive.”

A trip to Europe would be a positive booster though.

Cheers.

- J.D.D.