Friday, September 23, 2005

Chillin

I know this is going to be a lame blog, but I feel that my fans need to hear from me. So here it is. Practice has been going for two weeks, and every day I wonder why I didn't golf in highschool. No, our practices are hard, but I think it will pay off come MAY, when our conference meet is. I have to go to work shortly where I will play monopoly and get paid around $6 per hour to do it. Then at 8 I have to run a mile time trial. That will be good times (note sarcasm.) So I have to get going. Hopefully this little post can tide you over until I have something profound to say...

nate

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

something came up

The title of this blog is two fold. First, today I sort of came to a realization that I should have many years ago. My social life is not that important. In the scope of what's happening in the world, namely what happened in the south my little kiddy games of "kiss and tell" are severely inconsequencial. Really very little in my life is of much consequence right now. I mean the smallest group I am really a part of is the 2800 person student body of IWU. I might dissapear and it would be impossible to tell. For me and I would guess most college students, the thing and ideas that most often preoccupy our time are those of the social (relational) variety. I'll be the first one to admit it. I think about it all the time. Should I? Could I find a way to better occupy my mind and time? I could probably find something.

The second fold of the two fold title is the classic response that a person can get when getting shot down "politely." It's the line that lets one party know that their presence is not highly sought after by the other party. It pretty much sucks. You can see how frustrating it is to hear this infamous line. That is not nessicarily the problem, however. The problem is the time and energy that is consumed thinking about this line and others like it. I personally am sick of it. As entertaining and as much of a part as I make it of my life I think I'm ready to let it go.

Last year Luke and I joked about getting a cave or cabin in the woods and just living there. At times I wonder if we might have really been on to something.