Deep Thoughts

Sometimes I wonder, "Am I Facebook friends with my future wife?"

Indeed

I feel that it is my moral duty to post.

Unfortunately, I have not much to post about...

Except this.

I re-read my mission blog. Today marks my 18th month back in the states. This depresses me. In 18 months I have successfully achieved ______. Sadly I cannot fill that blank...

Hence my depression.

But in all reality it's only a pseudo-depression. Cause I'm actually not all that disappointed in myself. Except that I can't find my to-do list.

But lets be honest.

I've wrecked a car. I've jumped off a house. I've gone back to school. I've dropped out of school. I've gone back to school again. I've moved 7 times. I've been told I'm not attractive by a gay guy. I've found out who my true friends are. I've gained a greater appreciation of refraining from idleness. My love for my short sabbatical has increased. That and I officially adore babies. I've seen a 5 year old and a 30 year old win 'Deal or No Deal' the game. I've gotten even deeper into debt. I've been punched by a black man. I've gone clubbing in LA and didn't pay for a thing. I've fallen in an out of love with many people. I've trespassed. I've woo'd many an unsuspecting female. I've found out that they actually weren't woo'd by me, but either felt sorry for me or thought my friends were cute. I've been apart of too many weddings to count. I've decided a major. I've changed that decided major. I've had the Swine Flu!

So really, I've done a lot. And a lot of what I've done just won't go on the blogosphere. For fear of my Mother. Dad, I don't really care what you think of me, but Mom's opinion counts.

So happy 18 months, me. Its been a trip. See ya in another 18. If you don't have 100k in the bank I'll be very, very disappointed in you.