Becoming Independent!

and what a journey that will be...

I'm so bored. I need something to do. And that something has to be something other than World of Warcraft. I've played for the past eight months solid of WoW. In that time my life has spiraled out of control. Well today, I just came home from working at my grandparents' farm. I was doing some stuff today to take care of the horses. I stripped the stalls out, which is quite easy because the mats make the floor even so I just used the scoop shovel and bam, done. I'm trying to make $400 to make rent. Which when you don't have a real job is a bit harder than it might seem. Doing odd jobs for my grandparents doesn't really pay the billz...sigh.

I've also decided that I'm returning to University of Oregon next fall. I really don't like Portland State University. Part of creating a new life for myself is changing my scenery. I liked it in Eugene for some odd reason, and while I may not settle down there to live after graduation, I want to go back I made some good friends while I was there last time--lasting friends--and I hope to make some more just like that. I also want to be more involved in the gay community while I'm there. In fact, next term I'm going to go to the Queer Resource Center at PSU (which recently updated their site to actually be useful--though more utilitarian than designed) to find out about the gay resources at this college. But for now I'm going to continue to work at my grandparents' place to make some much needed money until my financial aid comes in from school.

Becoming independent isn't so hard after all. Cheers.

day one

where do I begin?

I don't want to be super negative, but I'd like to bring some relevant news about my world. I live in Portland, Oregon, and I go to university at Portland State University. I recently changed my major from architecture. I'm not sure what I want to do, but I know it will be something in the creative world.

I've been struggling the past couple years with growing up it seems. I love living with my mother, but I need to get out on my own. As a 22-year-old young man it's time to spread my wings and fly on my own. Every part of me cries out for independence, but there's part of me still that still needs to be nurtured. It's time that the independent side won. Time to become an adult and fly. Say goodbye to my childhood, and hello to a new adult life. It will definitely be sad to go out on my own, and I will definitely mourn the death of a very good time in my life. But the seasons change and it's definitely time for some change.