10 minutes, and go... As I think about it, I've got a few "best time of my life" times. Summer 2007 was really good for me. I'd put that as the peak right now. School had turned around. Had a somewhat functional relationship. It was quality. Also, summer of freshman year in highschool. That was effing classic. When I smell a Jack-In-The-Box taco, I get transported there. Luckily, I don't go to Jack-In-The-Box often or smell their tacos. For a guy that always talks about wanting to move far away, I like work alot. If you were to come to me 5 years ago and tell me to design my ideal yet reasonably attainable job, I think it would be this one. I get to do some things. Not too much pressure. I definitely find time to have a laugh. It's really good. But I'll complain about it again sometime soon. I wish I had more time for my old projects I used to do. I think the main problem is that I don't have a desk. My laptop sits on my "living room table". Back when I had a desk, I could sit and concentrate on things. Half the time these days, my computer rests on my chest. If I had a copy of my cubicle here at home, I'd be ungodly productive. I've lived here fourteen months and I'm on the verge of putting up a decoration. So far I have my Tony Romo bobblehead and a small dragon figurine to decorate the joint. But, a few weeks ago, I started following this random girl on twitter. And, as I'm apt to do, I decided to randomly buy some of this art she was selling on her website. That's how I roll. I'm living on a prayer. Or impulses. The other day, I was asked what my favorite band was, and I named a few. Modest Mouse is pretty much at the top, but in my dissertation I forgot to mention The Strokes. Answer, release a new album! I think the worst part of adult life is no set goals. In college, you get from test to test, and on a more macro scale, from semester to semester. What is it now? WHAT IS IT NOW? It's really nothing. The next thing people expect from me is marriage. Okay, I'm interrupted so I'm ending this at seven minutes. Seven minute abs.
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