Well, kids, this is it. I'm nearly broke yet again due to my inaction and subconscious unwillingness to get a j-o-b. I used to rely on plasma donation to pay for small bills and recreation, but now I flatly refuse since I learned that doing so sucks out my amino acids - effectively rendering all those hours in the gym useless, meaningless, and generally without value. This leaves me with little income and now I'm staring $85 in rugby fees in the face wondering how that's going to happen. At least I can't blame anyone, I bring it on myself.
In other news, the realization that I'm leaving for Florida in four Saturdays hit me full-force yesterday bringing oodles of excitement and general euphoria. Six months of paid adventure/vacation with only a 40 hour per week obligation to provide some service to Disney. Learning to surf, finding a way to sail, avoiding sharks, and making friends with celebrities shall be done. I love the feeling of being on the edge of something new - especially when that something new involves airport terminals. You can't not smile in an airport terminal...unless you're late...or you were randomly selected for additional screening...or someone stole your bag...or you foolishly agree to hold someone else's suspicious black parcel while they "run to the restroom"...but other then that, smiles abound in the airport.
It also hit me yesterday how many things I want to do, and how life isn't really formatted to allow it. Beyond my plans of bull running, traveling, cruising, island ownership, and heroic ends - I also find butler academy (http://www.butlerschool.com/) extremely enticing, tho very pricy ($15,000 for an eight week course), as well as chauffeur training (NYFD trains/hires chauffeurs to operate the trucks. I think. Crazy.), personal protection, firefighting, athletic training, bartending, sailing, and gardening. I could spend a few years getting all the training, sure, but I could never really experience life in one of these roles as they require a loyalty and dedication that doesn't lend itself to trading managing an estate for a stint aboard a yacht in Australia.
It's also an interesting problem to think of class status. My family has been quite successful in attaining a comfortable position monetarily - something I am definitely thankful for and respect. However, pretty much all of my wild schemes involve some service job, and nothing (save personal protection at a high level) even flirts with a six figure salary. I know my parents are probably ok with that, and I'm ok with that - but it still seems strange to think of it as a step "down." Aren't children traditionally supposed to keep pressing upward through the social jello in a quest for more security and even more-improved lives for their own posterity? Hmmm...
O, and if I have time before I leave for florida -between tests and rugby - I'm learning to salsa. Tango is a little too bubble-encroaching for me, I'm a-thinking...for now anyway.
If I don't know you, you're welcome to buy my car. :) Fire me an email and we'll discuss it.
O, and I have a wedding fund. Certain somebody's are getting married in May...they happen to live in canada making it mucho expensivo to get there. So yah, if you find $800 under your couch, I know where you can spend it. Haha, mk enough begging and mooching. Off you go, vaminos!
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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Yes! The optimism is still alive! I do hope you live long enough to at least sample each of your dreams.
As for the $800 wedding fund... well... you know how it is.
J-O-B-S are for suckers. Vagabonding is the proper way to live. Here's to impracticality and sweet, sweet dreams.
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