Oh, I Don't Know Why it's My Lucky Day

When some of my friend found out that I would be staying up North for the summer they seemed so excited, "You'll love it, it's almost always 10 degrees cooler then down here." Then why is my skin blistering from the heat?!

Leaving On a Jet Plane

Once upon a time I thought I was pretty smart, I had a good handle on how things worked--more or less.

Life has inevitably and effortlessly proven me otherwise.

There are benefits to being proven a complete idiot, you learn so much and come to realize that you still have so much more to learn that you want to live as long as possible just so that you can actually try to begin to understand something about this world we live in.

While I may use the wording of "you" I actually mean it to be in the first person since I'm really not certain if the rest of the world is as clueless as myself, or maybe more importantly, if you are an idiot equal to my own standing.

Sometimes I feel as though I've been living my life like a shopping spree. Fill my arms with as much as I can carry and make a mad dash to the cart so that I can go back and do it all over again before my time runs out. In so doing much of what I originally had taken hold of in my arms is flung out as my feet pound the floor for the drop off point till I only have one or two things left to actually claim. Just to keep you fully aware, that's a less effective manner.

In hopes that my brain won't go on complete strike and thus refuse to even continue taking oxygen for continued operation, I've decided that it would be in my better interest to refrain from secular studies for the upcoming fall semester.

Now to be completely honest I was quite worried about this so called preemptive strike due to the statistics of how many students that stop for a rest never get back into the higher educational pursuit. However, looking back on my last semester I don't view as being a college drop out quite as bad as being denied the possibility because of inadequacy.

As I was worrying about the matter I went to talk with the Dungeon Master. Much to my surprise she thought that I might be able to help her out as the head guard. By fulfiillng the duties of the HG I will be able to take a cut in my rent, and also earn some extra cash as well.

With hopes of getting my feet back under me and my thoughts back on reality things will be changing.