School starts tomorrow. Those words give me nightmares. They even make me sick. Okay, they don't give me nightmares, but they do make me sick. STORYTIME! After hanging out with Adam for a couple hours, I decide it's time to end the party. It's about 12:30 at night. I take him home, and return back to my house, and finally lay down at about 1:00, maybe 1:15. The first thing that comes to mind is... I start school on Tuesday. Immediately my stomach feels uneasy. As I think about Gateway more, my stomach ache escalates higher and higher, getting worse and worse. At about 2:15 it's bad enough to make me go sit by the toilet, because I knew it was inevitable: I was going to throw up my pizza, popcorn, pop, banana, bread, and whatever else I'd eaten. As I sit by the toilet, awaiting my glorious display of puke, I start falling asleep, right next to the toilet. Almost took a nap on my toilet. After a few agonizing minutes of trying to keep my puke it, my stomach calms down enough for me to return to my bed. Just about as soon as my head hit my pillow, I think I fell asleep. This morning, I still don't feel that great, as I prepare to begin my classes tomorrow.
What's the moral of this story? School sucks and will make you throw up if you think about it.

College

EH! I'm not ready for college. I want to stay a kid FOREVER. Well, here comes college whether I'm ready or not. Gateway is the college that I've ended up at. As of now I'm going for a degree in "Air conditioning, Heating, and Refrigeration." If that doesn't work out, I'm going to change to Electronic Engineering Technician. For that I'd have to go to the Racine campus for a year and a half, and then MSOE for two more. There's always the option, next year, for me to go to Nicolet to pursue a career in ministry. We'll see where I'm taken to.

Two left...

This is my "part 2" to my blog I posted long ago about having too much to worry about, and not enough time to slow down. If you don't remember what I said, the blog was called "Two gone by...". Well, now I have 2 weeks left. And I've failed at slowing things down. Even though my list of time-eaters has been narrowed, I still feel like I'm busy as a bee, flying around doing as much as possible. I let myself down this summer. I did not put enough effort into slowing my life down. Now I'm starting Gateway in two weeks and that will take up a nice chunk of time for me. I'm just frustrated and disappointed that I could not slow down and enjoy my summer. Got any advice?

Christmas Music

Yeah that's right. Christmas music. I used to think Jon was crazy when he busted open his Christmas music in September, but today I just had a craving for some Trans Siberian Orchestra music. That's definitely a record for me. Christmas music on July 29. I guess that saying "Christmas in July" actually has some truth to it!

Just Bad

Things are just not going well. I could sit on here and type for hours complaining about all the bad things going on right now. I feel myself becoming bitter and I'm just not happy with much thats going on in my life. This isn't a good point in my life. Things just aren't going the right way. So to spare you several hours, I'll stop here. If you really want to know more, email, call, text, IM, comment, or whatever me and I'll expatiate for you.
-The Bum

Sunburn-o-licious

So obviously (or maybe not so obviously) this isn't my back. BUT I did get burned about that bad, or worse on my entire back. On Friday I was weeding in my backyard (topless!) for less than an hour, but I still got burned horribly. Saturday my back started to itch. I don't mean like -oh scratch my back for a second-. I mean like SCRATCH MY BACK DOWN TO THE BONE NOW WITH A WIRE BRUSH OR I WILL GO FREAKIN INSANE!!!!!! No joke. I'm telling you, I've never had anything itch so horribly in my life. Plus, when I did scratch it, it burned horribly because of my sunburn.
So now that you've heard me complain about it, you can hear the plus side. I might be completely insane from thinking this, and if I am, it's still okay. I think God is trying to get my attention. I've ignored him for so long and he's such a small part of my life that there's no other way for him to get me. You see, I've had a serious string of injuries for the past month. I'm not the kind of person that gets hurt a lot, so I'm trying to find a purpose in all my pain. I mean... why else would I be getting myself injured and burned and whatever else? Yeah, it could just be a run of my carelessness showing, but I'd rather find a good purpose in it all. What do you think?
-Burn Boy

I'm a cutter

Yep, you heard me right. I'm a cutter. Okay fine, so the cuts I have are accidents. At work I jabbed my finger open with a knife, probably should have got stitches, but I'm too cool for stitches. Then yesterday I cut myself on a crate of corn. Yeah, so my hand is jabbed up pretty good. My parents told me I need to wear leather gloves to work to protect my hands. The first cut (the really bad one) happened on last tuesday or wednesday. I dont want to get soap or water on the wound, so i havent washed that one finger. It smells NASTY. That's about all thats happenin lately