Just a Boy Again

I am in an awful mood. I have been for a while. That doesn't mean I can't do some worthwhile things throughout. Like go to two continents, watch Forrest Gump and the Terminal back to back (a more disgraceful awe), write some great essays, draw, and do a shitload of stress baking. The croissant dough is rising for tomorrows Cinnamon Crispies and today I made the most amazing cranberry scones that you have to taste. Baking is a nice distraction and I couldn't help but think of Demolition Man.

There are many ways to portray a crappy disposition. I have been keeping most things to myself, not being prone to dithering. But! I am not defeated and I want the internet to know that I am very proud of myself. Last year I was taught a great deal, and I was the person I wanted to be. I was committed (though I could have stood to be less committed to my job every once and a while). Most importantly I believed (and still do) that I can make it all work.

Okay, maybe I won't want to be working a low-end job, but I won't be ashamed to be taking it if it means I can ride a bike home, carve woodblocks from scavenged wood, play rugby, wash my chemical burns in my own shower, hide pigeons in a friends bathroom. If it means that I can have what makes me happy. I'll say roughly the same next year hopefully without making the same follies (unlike some assholes I know of).

I acknowledge that by continuing this blog I break my unwritten code that I put nothing personal on the internet anymore. I also realize all too late that I am now on Google image search - somewhere. I'm sort of happy about that last point. I now feed what has fed me. I am the Human Monopede. I really hope that my Middle School picture will eventually be a result for 'Human Monopede.'

I fly again next weekend. We'll try to make this one last, especially as I was forced into a vow of only one snap decision this year, but I don't ever expect this to be final. This move has been more planned and thanks to a generous father I'm not required to work Kmart to save up. There will be a return on this investment even if it's just avoid what I have been told is an unruly amount of brain cancer.

While walking town I saw for the first time that one small 'mall' hosts the best cross-section of the Hood River population:

I think we're following a theme.

This weekend is a Mother-Son celebration, which might end with a gunshot wound if we don't play it safe. More baking, more running, and more preparations to go back to school. The future goal of school is my wife. And who doesn't aspire to be Ice T? Okay, it was the best couple picture I could think of.