I'm nervous as hell. I'm about to buy a business and the only thing left is the financing.
The bank is supposed to give me an answer by this afternoon, but I may die of an ulcer before then.

More and more each day now I find myself sitting on the edge of what would be an abyss. Would be except that it is filled with things both seen on unseen, a chimerical lagoon of both hope and entropy. And each day that I sit, I am filled with the desire, the want, and the need to act. The desire to cross those waters tugs at my want to go around, and all the while a need to walk away slyly grapples with them both. So I while away the days, pulled in so many directions that I am never able to move at all.

Damn, Has it been 11 months since I posted last?

Damn, has it been 11 months since I posted last?

I have just reawakened to a love of philosophy.

I love swimming in the inky black of night.
Neither light nor sound, it's a great time to think/plot.

I am feel ing the oddest desire to get drunk and run through the Mcwayne center but-ass naked.

A few months ago I decided to take a new direction in my life. I left the Navy and came back to B'ham to start college at the grand old age of twenty-eight. And am I going for any old degree? No. My motivated ass has decided that the only degree that really interests me is Biomedical Engineering, the toughest one UAB offers.

Along the way their have been set-backs like the fact I may not be accepted at UAB till the spring 07 term.
There have also been some disheartening realizations such as how far below the curve I am mathematically compared to the high school kids who'll be my classmates.

I need to get a job, and I was offered one, a really great job that could not be any more perfect for me.
But I'm going to Jeff State full time now too and I need to be able to focus 100% on that, there's no way I could do full time, so I had to say no.

Basically I'm just going trough a bit of regret of leaving what I had when I was in the Navy.
I feel like I'm floundering again and I'm worried about sinking. 28's not a bad age to start over and I've got a lot more going for me than most, but it still sucks. At least I've got a goal and a fridge full of beer.

So I think I'll open a few, listen to a bit of Flogging Molly and The Snicker Pimps, and get back to studying.
Thank you and goodnight.

Edited after said beers

So I did more drinking than studing and am now properly drunk, and the only reason i'm able to type coherent thoughts are spell check and haveing being trained in the art of the drunken sailor.

But back to the issue at hand, I'm feelin the love and think i'll pop over to one of my groups or two and share some Hops induced wisdom or such.

I've got pics now. More to come when I find the other memorystick.

Of course the one I can't find has 90% of the good pics.