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I have been working for Spotme. They are a company that has an application that is for conferences and events. Its customizable and interaactive for the participants at a specific event. It is a fairly interesting type of situation. I have been essentially sitting at a table answering questions and handing out loaner Ipads for people to use. This is freelance work which is fine but I really hope I can do more of these events with this company. I really enjoy it so far.
It has been a long time since I have last written on here. I believe that is the obligatory first sentence for a journal that has not been updated in several months. I think maybe even over a year actually.

I live in Bartlett IL now. Its not so bad. I live with my college friend Ian Simkins. He is a pastor of a church and I live in the parsonage with him and one other guy. Because the church owns the house here I am not allowed to pay rent, which is a pretty sweet deal.

I lived here for a few months before Aron moved in. Aron is Ian's friend from Detroit. He is a funny dude. I didn't like him so much when he first moved in. Its not so much that don't like him as that he sort of annoyed me. He is very high strung and slightly abrasive personality. That being said I have got to know him and seen him a few different situations and I have grown used to him and even find him a bit amusing.
I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have -

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun....
I ran into a median in Peoria while smoking a cigarette and playing with my Ipod. I felt like an idiot. Bostic was nice enough to lend me a tire iron. He ran back into his home because he is afraid of man work. burn

clouds of quest

Character.....what a weird looking word. I have been thinking lately about my character. Who I think I am does not really match up to who I actually am. There are several things going on in my life that bring up the question. Who am I really? Over the last few years I have been slowly chipping away at my morality and what it is I hold to be true. It started out as an experiment into understanding my dogmatic beliefs. I really do believe that's how it started, but somewhere it became not so much of an experiment but rather who I was. I am also easily influenced by the people I surround myself with. Its not to say that my current friends are not good people, or of strong character. Its more so that I have developed bad habits and mentalities that hinder my progress as a "good person", which I can directly identify in my friends. Now that might be passing blame onto other people as to why I am failing. I am merely trying to identify factors in my environment and thinking that have caused this degradation. I think the most difficult part of all this is to actually pin down what it is that I am uncomfortable about. I think it has to do with my lack of respect and or love for other people. How do I become less selfish and less of an asshole?

Paper pants

I really need to level up.

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So I am in Toronto Canada for the film festival. Sure I have seen a few movies already today, but let me tell you the night life is something else. When walking back to the hotel from our last movie of the night we saw two groups of girls moving towards each other. Ah, I said to myself, we have a fight on our hands, and did we ever. Two girls just started pushing each other and then suddenly one girl spun the other in some sort of ninja move. She landed so hard on the street her shoes flew off. As soon as that happened everyone gathered around them so I didn't see what led up to the end result. All I really know is suddenly the girl who lost her shoes comes running out of the crowd with her eye bleeding.

Later that night I was sitting on the concrete in front of our hotel when 3 men showed up that looked like they should have nothing to do with each other. There was a business man in a pink polo, a metal head guy on a bicycle, and then a hood looking black man. When I saw them the pink polo guy was trying to ride on the back of the bike with the metal head. The black man just seemed angry about something. The pink polo jumped off the bike and said he was just going to get a cab. The metal head rode off but the black man just wouldn't leave the pink polo guy alone. Finally a cab pulls up and the pink polo tries to get in the cab but the black man keeps trying to get in with him. The pink polo finally is able to sit down and the cab takes off with the door still open and knocking the black man down. This all happeneded about three feet from where I was sitting.

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tounges and tounges

There once was a woman who dropped out of college because she ran out of money. Her father did not see college as a necessary venture. If she was going to go to school she was going to have to pay for it her self. It worked at first because she went to a community college which is relatively cheap. She bought a car that barely ran in order to travel back and forth to school. The car would over heat and the drivers seat was a milk crate. The woman got a job at the college working for the library. It didn't pay well but it was enough to cover school and gas. She studied hard and made good grades. Two years went by quickly but that's all the further she could go at community college. She had to transfer to a university that offered a 4 year program.

It was exciting and a scary adventure. She was going to finally move out of her parents house and live on her own in the dorms of the university she was transferring to. She made many friends and made many memories. The pressure was on to pay for this new life. She took two jobs at the university. She worked a desk in a dorm library that forced her to stay up till two in the morning every night. She also worked for the cafeteria serving others their dinners. Her new friends liked to party and soon with the pressures of work and a social life her grades began to drop. Two years went by and she needed to take another semester to finish school, but her new friends were graduating and she didn't have enough money to pay for the last semester, so she moved back to her parents house. She became a bartender and made many memories.

Time went by and she moved out of her parents house again and got a better job working with mentally handicap children. One day she was invited to a Halloween party at the bar she used to work at. The night was dead until a man dressed in an old man costume started talking to her. He was funny and witty. She was having fun the man was nice and when he took off his mask he wasn't bad looking either. They exchanged numbers she waited for him to call.

It was on the very next day the man called her and they made plans for a date. After only two weeks the man proposed to the woman. She realized that it was fast and set a date for two years later to be married. They dated and got along amazingly. The man found out that the woman had never finished college. He insisted that she finish school and he even offered to pay for it. So she did and then they were married shortly after she finished and they lived happily ever after.


I woke up to my phone ringing. It was October and the last semester of college. I was living in a house with five other guys, and I was the only person to get his own room. I had three items in my room that would be considered furniture. I had a wooden box that was made out of some plywood I found on the street. There was a big brown chair that I brought from home, and a mattress thrown in a corner. I had a fairly rough schedule going on those days. I had a full load of classes plus working 3 different on campus jobs. One of those jobs required me to wake up at 4:30 every other day and the second job required me to stay till midnight. Needless to say I took a lot of naps.

So the phone was ringing during one of these naps. I was laying on my mattress the window was open letting the cool autumn air in. The sun was setting so my room was dark. I answered the phone. It was my mom. She told me that I should come home if I could because my grandfather was not doing very well. I should come home to say goodbye.