Howdy ho beautiful world! I had an unnecessary amount of logic homework to crunch through real quick, taking away from my blog time. But...ya know... priorities and shit. It's finally December. Last year around this time I was getting pretty stoked over going to Morocco and Span and Portugal but unfortunately all my big trips coming up this time around aren't for another six months.
I can only assume that much has happened in the past several weeks since I've blogged last. One of the bigger occurrences as of late is my involvement in a ResLife showdown. It's a story for another day, probably in a year or so when I can make it sound a lot funnier. It's quite similar to the Norton Commons fiasco; my employers seem to have trouble keeping a leash on me. Oh well, it all makes for great stories at little to no sacrifice.
I absolutely love stories by the way. I imagine that you could easily gather that by reading a few blog posts of mine, but there's nothing like a great story being told by someone. Whether it's written in pen and ink in the hotel lobby located in the cute town of God-knows-where, Earth or told compassionately over a glass of Dewar's, I always enjoy hearing and telling a good story.
Mainly telling. Unless it's a gripping tale told by an enthusiastic chronicler that has me in disbelief and wanting more, listening to some story about something that's not even remotely cool can often turn into a yawn-fest. Instead, I almost always prefer to be the storyteller and have the tonal power and charisma to drop jaws with tale after tale of science and adventure.
However anyone can just sit down and spout off some fiction bullshit they made up to impress and captivate everyone in the room. That's cheating. No. The story must be true, and that's why I'm always prepared and fully willing to follow the path which yields me the best story. That's why I'm stoked about going to third world countries and always ready to throw down in some fairly dangerous places.
By the time I'm like 30 years old, I'm going to have a massive repertoire of stories that I can just toss out onto the table at any moment. I'll have like fifteen stories from every continent. It's gonna be awesome.
Ok I'm running out of time. Sorry, I've been like half paying attention to this, have paying attention to trading. I'm getting a little bit more engaged with the stock market. It's starting to make me a pretty damn good chunk of change. I like money too much to not figure out ways to get rich. And here I am about to go to class after checking my stock earnings of about two grand over the past three weeks. Money money money money. Money!
And I kind of promised Karen that I'd take her to Los Angeles over Spring Break (or perhaps Summer) if I can pull a few thou from my ass. So that's looking likely at this point. It really blows my mind that I get stressed and have days where I feel awful and stripped of confidence once I consider how great my life looks on paper. I am doing fine. But that doesn't stop me from losing all grips of hope occasionally.
Maybe on those days I should just count my money and tell stories.
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