Glad to see you again. I know I haven’t been around a lot lately, but I haven’t forgotten about you. Things have been busy… and they’re about to get busier. God has blessed me with a new job, which I’ll be starting next week. Through December, I’ll be working for my current job AND the new one. By day I’ll be working at a retail store during the busiest time of the year, and by night I’ll be moving packages at FedEx’s main hub in Memphis during the busiest time of the year. So pray I don’t go crazy. God willing, I’ll be able to leave my current job at the end of the year.
So I guess this post is apologizing for not being around..and telling you I’m not going to be around. Sorry :( Hope stuff is going well for everyone, and happy Thanksgiving to my American brethrens. If anyone wants to contact me, formspring and email links are on my page. Good day sirs and maams.
What happened to the clarity of mind I once had when writing? I feel like I’m getting as bad at putting thoughts together when writing as I’ve always been when speaking. There are exactly 204,374,002 thoughts running through my brain, and when I reach out to grab one, I pull out this tangled mess of words that can’t possibly be formed into a coherent thought. Dangit. I’ve always sucked at verbal communication, please don’t let written communication die the same ugly death. I have things I want to let out but the letter-outer nozzle is clogged. ughughughughughughugh
Isn’t it weird how we associate certain memories with scents or sounds? We’re playing Christmas music at the store again (yes, already) and it’s the same garbage music from last year. I was in a terrible place mentally around Christmas time last year. So now when I’m at work, I feel like I’m listening to the soundtrack of my depression. When business slows down and I have time to stand around, I hear the music and a flood of memories—mostly bad—come back. So far, though, it hasn’t really gotten to me. I’m just thankful I made it through that season in my life, cause for a while it was lookin pretty bleak. Plus, there are some good memories too. I try to isolate those and throw the bad ones back.
Anyway, it’s awesome how when we smell certain things, or hear certain songs or voices, we recall memories we didn’t even know we had.
I went bowling Monday. Like everything else in my life…I don’t do it the way anyone else does. I have my own technique, and if I try it the “normal” way, I suck at it. Well..the way I bowl, I basically go down on one knee as I release the ball. I was doing lunges with a 12 pound ball all night. I should get a few scientists in here, because I think I might spontaneously combust the next time I stand up.
In other news, Firefox’s and tumblr’s spell checkers don’t believe in the word “combust”.
