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| Not much is going on right now... just kind of waiting around. Waiting to hear back from Multnomah now that all my references are finally in.
Waiting to hear back from my prof about my senior thesis. It's over the early punk subculture and the religious themes in early punk music. I'm proud of it. A completely original thesis with a lot of wider cultural implications. May just be naivite, but I think with some touch ups and a little more research it would be publishable.
Been a rough semester in general. A lot of people I thought were friends have blown me off for various reasons... I think I'm just a bad judge of character, and as always my family does little but mock my goals and discourage me, sometimes purposefully, sometimes not. But there's been a lot of good... made some close friends that are less like the only-there-when-it's-convenient-or-serves-their-purpose kind of friends. Have started painting again... I'm not any good but I like it. Therapeutic. So yeah. That's pretty much all.
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| I've been thinking a lot about what's next for me, what's my calling, what do I want to do with my life, etc.. I think I want to spend my life serving those kind of pushed aside by our society. The ones we forget about... the elderly, youth... and the ones we blame for their own problems... homeless, poor, addicts.
I think I want to just dabble in all of those in whatever ways I can find, basically work to bring the gospel to those we like to forget about, whether or not it's a part of my vocation. Visit nursing homes and shut-ins, help a youth group, talk to random homeless and actually get to know them instead of passing them a tract while avoiding eye contact. Maybe adopt or do foster care so that a kid can have a loving home that might not otherwise. Just find a job that isn't real time consuming and spend my time out doing whatever.
I've decided money doesn't really excite me... at all. So I think I just want to do something/anything meaningful. The idealist in me would rather push emotional burnout than to not try. It seems the only thing that excites me about the future. Besides the possibility of getting married and getting busy. And surfing. I really do miss the ocean. But other than that, it's the only thing. So yeah. Two more months.
Song of the day: Tinfoil Hats by Rocky Votolato
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| My hookah arrived in the mail. I'm now only a girlfriend with neck issues and a yellow hat away from fulfilling my life long goal of being Zack Martin.
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| I miss camp already. Still excited about Seattle. Class starts tomorrow. Not excited. | | |
| So only a few more weeks until I leave camp. Sad. I'll miss this place and the people. Looking back, it's been awesome. Looks like I'm going to Seattle for 5 days over labor day weekend. I'm excited. Should be fun. I'll get to surf if there's any swell. I'll get to go to a music and arts festival in Seattle. I'll get to visit Portland and Multnomah. Maybe do my interview. I'll get a new tattoo.
Ahh... yes.
Song of the day: First Breath After a Coma by Explosions in the Sky | | |
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