Commencement is over....

Commencement is over.  Its not necessarily sad.  Not necessarily happy.  Just a fact. 
It amazes me how much events can take it out if you.  I have recovered somewhat since Sunday.  At the end of the day Sunday, my "I" was completely empty.  My introvert was in desperate need of recharging.  I have had some time to do that this week, but despite time to do that I still feel empty and somewhat pulled in multiple directions. 

It is that time of year for me to think about moving again.  As it turns out, I am in need of a new place to live, no later than the end of July.  Right now, I have a possible new roommate, but we need to make a fast decision in order to get the apartment that we want.  I am tired of having to make decisions fast about moving.  I am tired of having to make decisions about moving period. 

I just want to have a place that is mine.  A place where I can paint and build and do everything that I want to.  A place where I can stay.  I don't want to move year after year after year. 

I guess that will come with hardwork and being a good steward of my money.  I am working hard to ensure that happens.

That's all for now.  Boring, I know.  Maybe more later tonight.

I'm BAAAACCCCKKK....

So somewhere along the road... between technical difficulties and life happening, I proceeded to put off blogging for about 3 months.  For those who have checked for new blogs, I apologize.  For those just tuning in, welcome.

Because I missed February and March (and most of April) I decided to make a Picasa photo album and put those pictures there.  The link is:

February, March and April Pictures

I'm just going to start with today.  It was a busy weekend.  I helped with the Mason-Dixon Conference Track Meet in Salisbury, MD this weekend. 

More than anything, the time in Maryland reminded me how much I care about people and how much inequality pushes my buttons.  Even more than it pushes my buttons it makes me so mad I could scream.  Inequality and incompetence they both make me want to scream at people.  It usually takes a lot for me to get there and this weekend, I got there. 

For the first time though I handled it much differently.  Instead of talking about it and talking about it (oh I assure you that I did plenty of that), I actually talked to the person responsible for my frustration.  It was wonderful.  Incredibly freeing and I am glad that I did it.  Even when the person that needs to hear it may not understand it, it still feels much better to get it off of your chest and make sure that the person who needs to know, knows. 

I look forward to taking advantage of more opportunities, like I had this weekend.  And hope that in the future, instead of getting so upset, that I will be able to help educate people when I find myself in this situation. 

Until tomorrow.  (I'm really going to try for tomorrow.)

=>happy