The Peace Corps has officially medically cleared me, which is awesome. One step closer to blowing this pop stand! However, when placing me they are taking into account my allergies to Texas Cedar. #Facepalm.
You know what's gonna be helpful to my Texas cedar allergy? Getting the fuck out of Texas. So it seems to me, the Peace Corps need only to make sure they don't place me in a remote village in North Texas, and I'll be fine. While the people of Texas would benefit from English education, that's just going to have to be the work of someone else.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
The funny thing about following your dreams...
Ok, in my last post I confessed to running away with the circus. I lied. (Get over it. It's going to happen a lot.) I'm not joining the circus; I'm trying to join the Peace Corps. Although sometimes, they don't feel much different. Both involve a lot of shit, and putting yourself in stupid situations like stuffing your face into a lion's mouth, and being in the circus.
There are a lot of steps to get into the Peace Corps and lets remember it's run by the same people that thought a legal drinking age was a good idea. In short, it's not the smoothest process. Well today, I'm declining an offer to a very good job in order to pursue an uncertain opportunity where I live in poverty for 2 years, in some forgotten corner of the universe. I never said I had an above 100 IQ.
Yet, here I am. I wanted to make a bad decision bigger than my weekly Yeager fueled antics, and this might just qualify. I already don't have the support of my family and mentors, which is a great indicator that it's the best choice I could possibly make.
What I look forward most to in my Peace Corps service is not helping people, or feeling fulfilled, but rather the great shit I'll have to complain about on this blog. This whole depressed bourgeois thing is getting really fucking old.
There are a lot of steps to get into the Peace Corps and lets remember it's run by the same people that thought a legal drinking age was a good idea. In short, it's not the smoothest process. Well today, I'm declining an offer to a very good job in order to pursue an uncertain opportunity where I live in poverty for 2 years, in some forgotten corner of the universe. I never said I had an above 100 IQ.
Yet, here I am. I wanted to make a bad decision bigger than my weekly Yeager fueled antics, and this might just qualify. I already don't have the support of my family and mentors, which is a great indicator that it's the best choice I could possibly make.
What I look forward most to in my Peace Corps service is not helping people, or feeling fulfilled, but rather the great shit I'll have to complain about on this blog. This whole depressed bourgeois thing is getting really fucking old.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Getting Started
It's a New Year, and in the obnoxious spirit that is the "New Years Resolution," I give you my goal for 2011. From now on, my life is my own. No following the right path, nor making the "smart" choice. I am eliminating the words should, supposed to, have to, obligated and appropriate from my life. To be fair, I got rid of appropriate a long time ago.
People who make all the right moves, have already made the wrong move. I think it's time for some bad choices in my life. OK, all this obscurity and overly reflective babble is making want to vomit even as I write this. To cut to the chase: I'm running away with the circus. Yup, you read that right. I'm avoiding life's problems old school style. Now featuring the Bearded Lady SASTRE DESASTRE! Sounds good, right? I know I don't have a beard, but I'll figure it out.
This is going to be an interesting year, and I hope to provide my take in my brand new fancy blog. To start, I would like to punch the three people that had my first choice for URLs. I know where you are! You put your location on your blog. BIG fucking mistake.
Well my debut to the blogosphere has been fun. And I already hate myself more for it.
People who make all the right moves, have already made the wrong move. I think it's time for some bad choices in my life. OK, all this obscurity and overly reflective babble is making want to vomit even as I write this. To cut to the chase: I'm running away with the circus. Yup, you read that right. I'm avoiding life's problems old school style. Now featuring the Bearded Lady SASTRE DESASTRE! Sounds good, right? I know I don't have a beard, but I'll figure it out.
This is going to be an interesting year, and I hope to provide my take in my brand new fancy blog. To start, I would like to punch the three people that had my first choice for URLs. I know where you are! You put your location on your blog. BIG fucking mistake.
Well my debut to the blogosphere has been fun. And I already hate myself more for it.
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