Haven't blogged too much because every time I get home after a closing shift, I'm too tired to type coherent sentences.
So basically this week's work accumulates to 36 hours. And it's a part time job. Oh well, that means I'm making over $300 this week. I'm still getting closer to my goal for that Mac Book and that camera... I feel a really terrible aching inside whenever I think of the desire, and then the present absence thereof. It's terrible I know, I shouldn't think of it that way--but I'm as impatient as the next Joe.
So basically life has been filled with me getting up, playing some guitar or working out, going to work, and then going to sleep to do it all again the next day. And school hasn't even started yet. So when I'm not finishing homework or studying or attending classes 3 times a week for a 1.7 hour 2-way commute, I'll be working for zeh $$. It's going to be a busy life, and I certainly won't have time to be depressed or pondering happiness because I'll most certainly be tied up.
Though, logically it is far from a bad thing. This is a wonderful setup--a nearly full time student at a University and a part time job. Living at home and not having to live off macaroni and ramen. Not bad for an 18 year old I guess. My father himself worked for a year before attending the Naval Academy, so technically I'm ahead of my old man. That's one of my life's dreams. To be as smart and successful as he.
But then again, in college he took 6 classes a semester with a major in Engineering or Rocket Science or something like that--that required a shit load of studying, and then went to Basic Training school followed by Flight school. Not to mention he began his career flying around the entire world and seeing places I've only dreamt about. So if I'm ever going to make that dream come true I'll have to do a lot this year to get ahead. ^-^
It's interesting because I just realize that my dad is the only hero I've ever looked up to. Even though he's not afraid to prove me wrong, and make me feel like a dumbass, I can depend on his honesty and no-bullshit answers. I've concluded after analyzing my attitude towards him, that I often ask his opinion on certain subjects and then quickly change my opinion to equate to his.
I didn't know you had no back bone!
Hah, I just think of it as borrowing a craft. The chairs I make are shitty and wobbly as f*ck. All of his are sturdy, strong, polished, and very well crafted--but with years of experience. So, I take his methods of making chairs and will adjust it accordingly to how I feel a chair should be made. Either way, stronger chairs are made.
Right.?
Shhh bitch. (Hm that's awkward to say out loud.)
Gosh darn it. It's a nice day to blog and everything but it's getting hot; making it more troublesome to blog. Which is why I mostly blog in the cool of night. But I'm usually working every night. Damn, I guess I'll have to try blogging in the morning then; I'm all out of steam.
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