All the small things.

So i have had a long time to think on myself lately, Try to figure out who it is that i have been living as for the past 22 years and what it is i will be in the future. In doing so i have discovered many odd and wonderfull things about myself. Included in which is the secret to life (or atlest mine). now while i let the suspense build i must change directions.
This week i have been in the process of moving all my earthly possetions to a new house, which is stellar, anddiscovering that it is fun to go through all your belongings. I have been stumbling across all sorts of forgotten nick-naks. Mostly photos of myself at strange and relativly embarassing points of my life.
And another fun new thing is that i cut the ol' mop off my head and went from this.. To something a little more like this...

Which is fun cause most of the people i interact with on a day to day basis keep on confusing me with a complete strangers. Although i was kind of going for the 'Jesus' look. For those of you who don't have a good imagination alow me to demonstrate my poor Photoshop skills.
So basically i have been getting lots of second glances, which i love! And that brings me to my original thing, the secret of life. I think it is all about all of the small things in life. They get me through the day and give me hope that something may be steering this crazy bus. some of the small things that keep me saine:
Second glances
Exact Change
Pull-through Parking spots
Old People Swearing (what do you say to that?)
Head Shots
Mint ToothPicks
These are but a few of the things that i enjoy, mostly cause i don't plan on them, they just seem to happen across my trail. Keep me on my toes and such. any way, it is time for me to go to bed.

Ketchup

So i started this whole blogger thing by the instruction of my older sister (check the people i roll with for Jen) and have yet to actually post on it. So here goes. I figure I'll inform all y'all about the messed up stuff that happened to me in the last short while, in readers digest form. Eh hem...
I got a bad case of food poisoning from subway (screw you Jared), which happened shortly after falling at work and messing up my leg pretty bad (see picture) realized that the thing i had been working hardest on for the last 8+ months of my life was both unappreciated, and a complete waste of my time, yet somehow it is still sucking up most of the little free time that i have, Meanwhile I'm juggling the constant fear of imprisonment, exhaustion, abandonment, boredom, and stagnation, while trying to mend broken relationships with my parents, get in contact with old friends, and heal the mistakes I've made in the past.
Needless to say that i have been drinking chocolate milk like it is going out of style (I love that stuff) and to all of those who read this far i promise i won't be all "Boo Hoo, Pity Me" in the future. Just wanted to try it out at least once.
Cheerio!