How is it nearly May Already?

I have a dry erase calender that I keep on hand in my bedroom. Every month I write out the days, filling in my work schedule, and every day I cross off a square. Counting down the days to...nothing, really. It's a disconcerting thing, watching time slip away like that.

I feel like I'm at a crossroads of sorts, and I'm not sure which road to take. Keep pushing for an office job? Stick with what I have and try to advance? Work on getting something that's more in line with what I actually went to school for? ...Go back to school?

I don't know.

I do know that I'm not quite who I used to be. I'm not entirely certain what that means, or the exact ways in which I am different. But here I am, listening to weird ass indie folk music--music I adamantly refused to listen to back in the day. It was rock or alternative or techno and nothing else, for so many years. Not anymore. I feel this is mostly your guys' fault, and I thank you for it.

I do know that I have a story I want to write, and maybe this time I'll write it.

I do know that I say shit like that a lot and often have very little to show for it.

I do know that I'll probably keep doing it, too, until the day maybe comes when I finally do have something to show for it.

I guess we'll find out.

Don't Think About the Size of the Ocean

Wow. No body has had anything to say since November of last year. Damn.

Well, I guess I will kick this blog in the face because, hot damn I miss you guys.

I guess the big news of my life is that my parents accepted an offer on the house on Elm. So pending bank approval, that house will no longer have any ties to me. As weird as it seems, I'm not too broken up about it. I haven't considered that house home in a very long time. This is a discussions we have had time and time again, at least I have had it with a few of you.

You make home with people, not with places. Sure, you can decorate your temporary homes. I most certainly do, I believe in the present and making a home because that's what you need. But people are homes that you can carry with you and people can always be a beacon, a home base to seek solace and comfort in. The same cannot be said of place. You all are my home, wherever that may be.

In other news, this week is CARNIVAL! It's my last one, so it's fitting that it's the 100th anniversary of Carnival. I have been slaving away, painting booth until the wee hours of the morning, putting off work, and damn near killing myself. But such is life here. It's exhilarating and crushing all at the same time.

Recently, I went to a concert. I saw the Pigpen Theatre Co. whom I have mentioned before. But man they are a bunch of goofy CMU alums that started a theater company, which is amazing. They are so good live.

So here some music from them:

And then, here's this other guy I recently saw in concert. His name is Douglas Fur and his genre of music is "abrasive dark banjo punk."