This Adventure Called Life

I got 2 letters in the mail explaining to me that the loans from The Art Institute of Portland are going to go into repayment a few weeks before I head to Santa Fe. 

Two words for that:

Shit Fuck.

I want to go camping. 

lostinsomethoughts:

searching santa fe university of art and design 

who’s going ?

Walk with me along this path,

Past a myriad of wondrous sights.

Soak them up like a ray of the warmest sun

And return them to the world. 

Biking up over Thompson and Skyline with Kenton and Phil Smith was quite the ride. Bombing down Germantown into St. Johns was exhilarating, then a leisurely ride along Willamette past my old house. The ride was awesome and the burritos we got were dank. All in all a successful day.

Or maybe a ship depending on the size and rigging.

The past is a heavy stone,

One that is often not worth

Holding on to. 

Another one of my friends just got medically discharged from the military. 

Salsa is slow cooking. Time to tune into ESPN 2 to catch the race at Lime Rock!

I sometimes fear

That some of the best times of my life

Have already passed me by,

So eager was I to escape from youth.

Now bound by expectations

I long for the freedom I never knew I had,

Free from impossibilities and filled with impassioned curiosity.

This is what they warned me of,

Sternly telling me to enjoy it while I can

For someday there would be responsibilities,

As tall and impenetrable as the greatest walls

Coldly enforcing their will upon mine.

I just read an article that expressed concern over the fact that due to the heat waves plaguing the US there have been an increase in the number of drowning related deaths here. It seems relatively simple to me; if you can’t swim, don’t go in the water. I guess it’s not really sensitive or whatever, but it looks a lot like natural selection to me. 

Alright I am done being a terrible human being.