| I can't help but feel like unemployment dually suits me and yet doesn't. I'm bored but I feel like my time is somewhat well spent. I've read more books and played more guitar in the past two weeks than I have in months. Ah well, I'll have to get a job sometime rather soon. It seems there's an opportunity to go work at the country club if I want it. I just don't know if I want it.
I have enough time on my hands to think about things and to think about what I've done and what I might do and what others are doing around me and before me and what they may do after me. Through all that mess, I've become set in what seems to be a might big mess of things. I don't know where I'm going, why, or what I'll do when I get there.
Seems to me that I don't know much at all...
...but I'm learning.
Russell
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| Hello Xanga,
How long has it been since we've spoken? Word has it you've changed quite a bit since my days of posting regularly. I suppose it's true. Who is still around that I once knew? That I once checked through their blogs as often as I logged in?
I'll tell you a little about myself now a days. I'm still going to school at the W; that's the Mississippi University for Women, just so you know. I'm a communications major. I recently lost my very well paying job for a bullshit reason that largely added up to me not fitting in with them as a family because it was only a job for me. Imagine that, a job that I treat as a job. Oh well. I'm also building websites for class and a little bit for other people. I'm actually almost done making a nanny website for a lady that I was recommended to by one of my professors. She's nice enough but I'm sure she's impatient with me for having taken so long. You see, I've had two funerals and three deaths in the past two weeks on top of having to pay off a rather large medical bill and losing my job. Go figure that I'm completely broke and still don't have the tattoo that I've been dying to get.
Ahh, the tattoo. I don't know if I've mentioned it or my obsession with trees anywhere on xanga. I've been working on trying to get a tree tattoo for a couple years and I'm finally making some progress on getting it designed. It's currently in process towards a third draft.
Well, another time.
Russell
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| Hello Xanga.
I miss you.
Russell
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| No matter how long I'm away from xanga I always show up again and I
suppose it's about that time again for another post of some sort.
A life of stories, that's what I have. You could maybe call me a a
collector of them. The book of stories just grows and grows though
it'll never be a book, just a set of stories that I'll tell over the
course of my life. The details that I forget will be replaced by other
details that fit just as well and maybe better though I doubt I'll ever
forget the beginnings or the endings. Everything in between is all a
matter of perspective anyway.
The ending. Even that is forming its own story in my head.
I suppose the only thing more comforting than knowing the ending to a
story and so knowing how far it will go is knowing that if you've
followed through something of great difficulty then you'll be able to
follow through on every lesser event with an experienced ease.
it's almost time for school to start back and I'm ready to jump back in with new energy.
we'll call that enough for the moment.
Russell
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| Hello my faithful xanga. It's been a little while. Almost two months.
Over the course of my 2 month absence I have done quite a bit, such as
getting involved with all sorts of stuff on campus, getting a
girlfriend and losing her, quitting smoking, doing community service
and i could go on but I feel lazy.
I played soccer tonight, despite being sore from painting houses and
from walking to waffle house, and when I took my beanie off, and shook
my matted hair, I smelled my shampoo. I wish that every time i got
sweaty I could smell my shampoo.
I was feeling like writing but now all i want is sleep.
Goodnight.
Russell
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