I was at a Jimmy Eat World concert with Derek P. this evening, enjoying the free tickets that my roommate left for any takers in the 11th hour. The show was held in the Burton Cummings Theatre. It's the first time that I've been there, and I was impressed with the acoustics and the fancy molding adorning the walls. I think that people don't make beautiful buildings like this any more because the Molders and Michelangelos wised up and began to charge outrageously high prices, but they instead priced themselves out of the market and became travel agents.
I was in the concert, thinking about my life as of late and it's documentation on this blog. Lots of stuff has been going on. Lots of great stuff, new and exciting. Stuff I'm sure that you'd be interested in reading about; that I'd like to remember when I re-view myself from a future date.
It's been hard to care, lately. My eye isn't on the prize. I'm living in the moment.
It's weird, when I step out of the moment and think back.
To put it like Pilgrim's Progress, this would be the part where I found a beautiful valley of abundance and settled down to learn a trade, rest my body, and plant a garden. I'm not where I'm supposed to be yet, I don't think. There's not exactly an X on the map, you see, but I do sometimes look to further horizons. I'm just so darned content here where I am right now.
I think I'll post date a bunch of activities I've been involved in lately, and they'll publish like cold molasses.