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.