Archae-apathy

I'm playing around here. Haven't updated my blog in quite some time. I was perusing the webpage for an info science class I may or may not be taking in the fall when I stumbled across that class' blog. It reminded me that I do, indeed have a blog myself, not that I use it that often. It's been quite some months since I've put anything up here. I'm going out with Sarah Hodges now, who is a cutie. She's off running summer camps for the Girl Scouts right now. I'm sitting in a hotel in Salem/Roanoke, VA wasting time. It's so easy to get distracted on the internet. I'd thought about going for a run this afternoon. That didn't happen. It's about dinner time I think. Supposed to be working on an archaeological project starting today, but the crew from the company left Maryland late, so we're actually starting tomorrow. Took a nap, and have mostlyl been wasting time all day. I'm not focused or productive on the internet unless I do some non-electronic writing before I jump on the computer. There is a fair/festival of some sort according to the lady downstairs. I may go check that out. Parents were fighting. Spent yesterday packing up. Was up late. Started reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. Stopped by a surplus store on the way up here to buy a boonie cap, but the technologically befuddled clerk couldn't run my card. Hopefully the top of my head won't be maimed by the sun this week.

Cars and Trucks and Things that Go

In a few scant minutes, I'm going to be heading off with my Father to start the process of acquiring my first real car.  Most people have already bought their first car by the time they're my age I imagine, but I never have been one for doing things when I'm supposed to.  I don't know why I'm blogging; I'm just feeling pensive.  It actually makes me feel better that nobody reads this.

When I get back home I've got a graduate school application started that I need to work on.  I don't know why I make things so complicated and difficult.  I end up doing well once I actually commit to action.  I only suffer and do poorly when I sit and refuse to act.  I can't make up my mind what my calling is.  I keep expecting it to just strike me and steal me away from my pointless distractions.  I need to leave in about ten minutes.  I find that I am thrilled and entertained by the little activities and achievements of others, but find it hard to invest myself in such involvement.  My psychology irks me.