Fin.

This my last post in this blog. I want this last one to be a good one. This is just a list of things I've been thinking about lately.

1. Understand that there aren't a lot of people who've got your back. Your family, maybe a few friends(maybe). Be able to deal with that. Always have a plan.

2. Screw optimism or pessimism. Adopt realism. It's not hard to deduct what's going to happen if you use your head.

3. Get rid of emotional residue. Right now. TODAY. Everybody has some. Get rid of the leftovers, unless you enjoy complacency. Give up the old, bring in the new.

4. Have compassion, if you can. It's not something everyone can do. If you have the gift, USE IT.

5. The truest things I know to do are these: Love God, and love others. Everything else will fall into place. Don't lose yourself in between their. Once you stop loving people, it's hard to start again. Love always. Be joyful always.

Because, frankly, the rest is just commentary.

This place

Is giving me trouble. I want out of Montgomery so badly. This place is a pariah of culture. We're unfixable. All we have are like six gas stations and a Wal-mart that is the breeding place of the underpaid.

I've got myself in a bad place. Luckily, though, time is on my side. I still have a chance. But if I don't leave soon, I won't. I can't even make ripples here when I want to be out making waves. This place has taught me nothing. I learn not. It's not even comfortable. The weather is my bane.

I kind of hate it. All the churches are the same, and all I do is church. That's it. Just church. And college, occasionally. But forget that. I could go anywhere else for all of this junk and get some culture while I'm at it. Some learning. I need exposure!

I want exposure. I want different air. I need different air.

I'm starting to feel

that I'm doing too many filler posts for the end of this. Don't worry, the last one will be a good one.

Anyway, Brett Favre is a man. Have you seen what he has done this season? It's ridiculous. He's like 59 years old and he's beating all these juiced-up 22 year-old thugs like no man's business. He knows what he's doing, apparently. It's awesome. And manly, very manly.

The Vikings are actually having a good season this year. It's a gigantic surprise. Last year we had Tarvaris at quarterback, which wasn't a good idea. At all. We had a killer offense except for him. But Brett Favre has come in and really picked our team up from being in the dumps.

He's also good for Brad Childresses job. Childress was getting boo'd every game and had people yelling in the crowd for him to be fired. Good thing they didn't this year. 10-1? I didn't think I would ever see that in association to the Vikings in anyway.

Anyway, I'm going to end this post now in fear of sounding too much like John Madden.

So my thoughts today: Running away is never as fun as it sounds. At first you're all like "YEAH! I can live with vagabonds and eat from dumpsters! The world is my toilet and nothing can stop me. I have a CAN DO attitude, how can I be stopped?" Then you get on the road and you have to live with vagabonds. You have to eat from dumpsters and relieve yourself outside. Your CAN DO attitude was crippled by the sheer weight of being homeless.

Sure, you can live under that bridge with that guy wearing the poncho that calls himself "Security", but are you really happy? I know it, you know it, Security knows it. You aren't. Drinking from a boot is not happiness and it never will be the definition of happiness.

Next thing you know, you're stealing carts from the local Wal-Mart to placate Leon, the local Hobo king. Do you want that? I don't think so.

I have to say, though, that drinking from a boot is not happiness might be the story of my life. Just sayin'.

Let me tell you something.

Facebook is for chumps. What was that? Me breaking the rules of societal norms? Here me out.

The first thing you always see when you log onto facebook is some guy talking about how his mom had to take the dog to the groomer or some junk. And then below that is 58 posts about Farm Town, and then some ripoff of farm town called Aquarium-God-Knows-What.

Facebook is effectively making a chump out of all of us. And farmtown is taking all of our money on those credit card deals that look legit but apparently or not(or so says my credit statement, dangit.) People just post crap all day about whatever. I HATE whatever.

So how do we fix this? Bomb facebook from outerspace. I know that sounds a little bit much, but hear me out. Then we don't have to address the real problems like adults and we can move on with our lives? Doesn't that sound nice? Moving on with our lives? I wanna do that. So the plan is, blow up facebook, and then get a nice cup of tea and watch "It's a Wonderful Life" on AMC. Deal?

I like

This verse.

^"23One Sabbath Jesus was going through the grainfields, and as his disciples walked along, they began to pick some heads of grain. ²⁴The Pharisees said to him, "Look, why are they doing what is unlawful on the Sabbath?"

²⁵He answered, "Have you never read what David did when he and his companions were hungry and in need? ²⁶In the days of Abiathar the high priest, he entered the house of God and ate the consecrated bread, which is lawful only for priests to eat. And he also gave some to his companions."

²⁷Then he said to them, "The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. ²⁸So the Son of Man is Lord even of the Sabbath"

I'm going to take a little while to narrate what's going on here, in simple and modern terms.

So Jesus is out on the field, and his disciples are all like "Man, I'm hungry, man." And the Pharisees, cause you know they are haters, came up and were all like "Man, you can't have the munchies on the sabbath, man. You're breaking all sorts of tariff laws."

But Jesus ain't a fool. So he gets out there and says "Yo, haven't you heard that my boy(and ancestor) David ate the bread that only priests can eat." And then he was all like "So don't be hating when a man wants a sammich or six, aight? We ain't no chumps. Saturday was made us for us, mayne."

And that's pretty much my extent of cool lingo. I hope I made my point as distinctly as I possibly could, because it's not gonna get any better than that.

Hmm

Only 6 away from the big 70. Interesting.

Well, right now, I've pretty much run out of things to talk about, so I'm just going to pull up a random page on wikipedia and talk about that.

Well, it seems I got frogger. Frogger was freaking hard. What the heck was that frog doing on a highway as busy as that anyway? He knew what he was getting himself into. I remember distinctly getting to the last log every single time and getting destroyed because it moves way too fast. And darn those turtles. I hate them, with literally ever thing that my heart can avow upon them.

This actually brings back a lot of memories. I'm gonna go play a game of digdug and come back to this post. HOLY GOD. This game is violent. I just literally pumped a dragon full of air and popped him like the Hindenburg. How on earth did that get past a board of reviewers? Note to self: DON'T LET KIDS DIGDUG.

Snuggies

You know what I've decided? The inventors of Snuggies are geniuses(geniusi?). Why do I say this? I will tell you, ol' chap.

First of all, somehow, they have managed to market a robe that you turn inside out, and sell it for 20 dollars. Successfully. If that isn't amazing I don't know what is. Also, the marketing techniques they have used are ridiculous. "You can work and it will keep you warm!" I'm entirely certain that isn't true. Have you ever tried to parse a line of code in an obese man's Oxford? The Snuggie follows the same rules that fat people clothes follow. You don't want to wear them, ever, but people will still buy them.

Also, I'm fairly certain that snuggies make you invincible. Have you ever seen anyone die in a Snuggie? I don't think so. Point proven right there. Want me to prove it more(no.)? I'm pretty sure Superman's cape is a snuggie with the sleeves cut off, and he is easily the most invincible substance next to Teflon and a New Orleans phone book pre-Katrina.

As I was trying to say, they will soon take over the world, so be ready to be consistently warm in a nice environment for 20 dollars.

Getting out

The first semester is finally winding down, and it's kind of interesting to watch as it happens. I noticed that less and less people are coming to class. Not sure why.

I wish I had the money to keep going to school for the next semester. I kind of like college. Don't get me wrong, it stresses me out to an amazing extent. But I need to learn to do work. I never did work in high school. I could finish my homework in class everyday or get away with not doing it, and it's good to be forced to do something you don't want to, because at least you learn how to do it.

I like growing up. I'm only 17, so I've kind of been throw into this whole thing at a younger age than most. It's kind of forceful. I didn't really have a choice, but I knew that I had to get myself together and do it, or I was going to fail miserably. Which would have been bad.

I think I'm fairly pleased with myself this year. I've gotten a lot done. I learned a whole bunch of math that I should have learned a LONG time ago. I didn't even know I could do math.