Traffic Creepers

For the past two days on the way to work, I've experienced the annoyance of having to idle at traffic lights - behind creepers.

Seriously. The first day it was a dude in a BMW. He just couldn't help but keep sneaking further and further up, until he was nearly all the way past the stop block. I just glared at him for doing such, and then sped past him in the next lane once I had a green light.

Way to creep, buddy. I still got ahead of you when the light finally changed.

The same thing happened this morning. Only there were two of them - and they did exactly the same thing. Their rears tires were several feet in front of the white line. If a semi had come, they would've been screwed. I almost can't wait until that happens. That'll teach them.

Maybe.

Autumn, Lovely

I was thoroughly frustrated with my Flash project this time yesterday. Correction: I was thoroughly frustrated with a Flash project I'd already turned in but was asked to redo on account of Flash version differences. A pain.

No, my most recent Flash project has become my favorite. There are no pictures, but there are several sounds, and I thoroughly enjoy it. Perhaps, if I become savvy enough, I'll figure out how to post it.

So, since I've been working on the Flash project, it has merited the use of a computer. And where else to use a computer than in an office? I've been working with the door open all day, listening to the sounds of the rain coming in through the screen door. It's quite relaxing. I'm glad it chose this weekend to be rainy. Sometimes you just need it.

I do believe fall is my favorite season. There's something ethereal about that, to me, no other season quite has. Winter is my second favorite; I love watching it snow. That, and both seasons give me a good reason to pick up my tea habit.

I Came into This World to Find a Reason to Live

Camp this weekend is relaxing. I'm grateful to be away from the hubbub of suburbia. At the same time though, it's odd. I'm enjoying the tranquility, but I am not enjoying being the odd man out. I generally enjoy spending time with co-workers, but when they're significant others, it can be awkward. This weekend is a fairly perfect example.

It was nice though; we didn't have to make dinner for anyone tonight. A welcome reprieve. I believe I took close to a three hour nap after lunch dishes were done.

My friendship bracelets came off today. I decided it was time. I was able to get all but two off without cutting them. Albeit, some of them took a bit of time to get off, and I may still have slight red marks on my hands. I now have rather obvious tan lines too. It happens. Maybe I'll cave and look for cheap fake tan lotion so the difference isn't so noticeable.

Oh - and the title is from The Afters' album, "Never Going Back to Ok." The lyrics are from the song Forty-Two. It's quite a thought-provoking song. Like many albums and artists before it, I was not so keen on it the first couple listens. I am now. It's perhaps even better than "I Wish We All Could Win." Not to say that that album isn't also excellent. I just believe I like the former better right now.

Peace.

Appleton's Birthday

Oh my this is interesting. It's my MacBook's third birthday (alright, in all technicality it was the 12th, but still) and due to the nature of my courses (not to mention future career) Appleton got treated to some new Adobe software for her birthday: Flash, Dreamweaver, Fireworks, and Contribute. I didn't know what Contribute did until just a few days ago - it's a blog manager! I suppose there's a bit more to it than that, but I'm sure I'll figure it all out in the coming days and weeks. So, this post is coming to yo from Contribute. Don't you feel special now?

I love how I talk about my computer's birthday, and not my own. What is the world coming to? I turned twenty-two this week. It does not feel like I'm twenty-two. But I've got a whole year to get used to it.

On Earth as it is in Heaven

Oh my goodness. You must read this. You simply have no choice. It's the story of a young lady named Katie. She was raised in Tennessee and now lives in Uganda, and she is foster mother to 13 children. She currently helps a myriad more. Katie is a mere twenty years old.

I thought joining Mocha Club was good. Yes, it's a good start. But it is just a start. The fact is I live in the United States, I just turned twenty-two yesterday, and I am way too self-centered for my own good.

This is Katie's story. Read it and be changed.

I do believe I aspire to be her someday, or at least another form of her.

Fall Began

I had my first of at least three Mowana retreats this past weekend. I have two more later in the month; this coming weekend I have off though. I believe my little sister is grateful.

It's definitely a different world, being at Mowana in the fall, as opposed to the summer. I suppose I shouldn't say the camp feels dead when it's not summer... but it kind of does. I'm sorry. When I was just looking at it by myself, no one else around, it was kind of depressing. I suppose I will learn to appreciate the seasonal differences.

In truth, it's the people I miss. Without them, everything just feels so desolate and foreign. The camp smells are still there, along with the bugs, and the old buildings, Garfield the cat, the same pathways - even the same food. But the people are simply not there. Therefore, it's merely a shadow of the bright, spirited, laughter-filled camp I know during the summer.

Sadness. We're all different places now, and who knows how many of them I'll (or any of us) will actually get to see again in person - outside the digital chasms of Internet.

Why did I think going back would make me feel better? If anything, it made me miss summer more. Because my whole family wasn't there.