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

Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.

2.28.2007

2.05.2007

Trying for a record

The thing is, this place doesn't die. It's not paper so it doesn't end up mixed up in the pile of scrap in my lockers, accidentally thrown away, yellow with age or blotted by ink and water. It used to be what I liked the most about it - it was my personal periodical that I published and everyone who was a real friend had to read it and maybe comment and make me feel better about myself and my supposed talents. Now it's longevity whispers to me that I'm not writing enough and that it is just sitting here useless and voiceless and I ahd better get back to writing...so it's a love - hate thing.

No stories, pictures, or fables today. Just an update in case i don't know who you are and you are worried. I am busy this quarter - 29 credits plus work. School is a mixture of history of wars and cultures and a meteorology class disguised as geography 100. I am halfway through gaining my EMT-B certification which has been the last big foundational training for me. I took the written exam for the Seattle Fire Department in January and received my response letter today telling me that I passed and will have my first oral panel interview in March. The odds are still stacked immeasurably against me but it is a glimmer of hope.

My latest wild ambition is to go to Europe in the summer of '08. Difficult to pull off as I am deep in debt at the moment, but we'll see if I can make it. Did you know the difference between a transatlantic round-trip flight in coach and first class is about $12,000. First class had better be a life-altering experience at those prices.