my life as a nomad

a week off

it's been a while since i've had one of those... close to a year, anyways. i know i took some time off last august to go out to jared's wedding, and the occasional day here and there for random trips and excursions, but nothing of any real substance. so i'm ready for a week filled with nothing but relaxation, sleeping in, reading, and so forth.

plus i get to go SKYDIVING tomorrow, and then on wednesday my sister and i are going WHITEWATER RAFTING. in case the all-caps didn't tip you off, i'm excited about both of those things. very, very excited. both are on my list of "50 things," so the chance to check off two items in a single week is quite amazing.

oh, and starting next sunday i'll be at CAMP for the summer, which i'm also pretty pumped about

then next fall, the ALL-AMERICAN ROAD TRIP


then after that... who knows. one thing at a time


yesterday was my last day at work, and i must admit, i was a little sad to leave in some ways. one guy actually stopped in on his day off just to say goodbye, which was really touching. but then again, it's starting to get beastly hot in there and very, very busy, and i won't miss the 60-hour weeks and ovenlike temperatures one bit. plus i got whacked on the shins on my next to last day (as usual, my injury was a product of my own stupidity, so i have no-one to blame but me), so i have this hideous looking scrape/bruise that is pretty tender, to say the least. there are few things that hurt more than getting hit in the shins. i let out a primal scream of anguish when it happened which garnered a surprisingly slim number of looks, which i can only attriubute to my tendency to vocalize myself somewhat regularly. it's fun to yell and shout and hoot and holler without any repurcussions, except that when you scream in pain for real, you don't always get the sympathy you might otherwise deserve. and i forgot what i was saying... oh yeah, work. it's done. woot


i'm in a james fenimore cooper phase right now... he's one of my all-time favorite authours. i just picked up the deerslayer at borders earlier today, so i finally have my own copy of that and am wading through it for the umpteenth time. great book


did i mention that i'm going SKYDIVING tomorrow? cause i am. and i'm stoked. if i don't die, i'll let you know how it was



the end.

posted by Patrick @ 7:45 PM