Right now.

Right now my dad is driving my car to St.James Plantations. Right now I'm sitting in the real estate office he started working in 4 months ago. In a few minutes he'll be showing a house to a couple that could be interested in buying, but right now I'm praying to God that he sells it. We really need the money. My dad has always been a risk taker. A sensible one. He takes risks when they need to be taken. He used to have to work two jobs to support my brothers and help out with me when he could, but he got tired of working every single day for 17+ hours without seeing a way out. He decided to go get his real estate license. He did. The thing about real estate is that you go to the office everyday, but you don't get paid for being there. The only time you make money is when you sell something. This will be the first house he sells if it happens. Needless to say for all you "quick catcher oners" he cut his income in half to give us a shot of getting out of "fringe living". That's why he has my car and I'm sitting in his office. I'll inform everyone of the results later. Moving out!

Sorry the sucking power of the television is taking my attention away from the positive outlet that is posting on the blog. Selkj;;alss.

Another lonely weakend. (It's spelled right)

Well here I am back in the place where I grew up. I remember being content when I was a kid. I think. I don't think I was ever that bored. Hold on, before I start a page of babbling you won't understand let me explain the situation. I work during the week at my job at Provisions Company. My job is in Holden Beach so during the week I stay up there with some family, but on the weakends I come back to Oak Island to see my Dad and brothers and to do some general "hanging out". It is only about a 30 minute drive. Anyways the point is that every time I come down here I find myself lonely and bored. I try to call some people, but they either don't answer their phone or they can't do anything because of money issues or a bear trap is stuck to their foot. Here's the question. Why do I become so bored easily? I have some theories for this. Here they are.....

1. I am so swept up in technology and media that a good time means I have to spend money or be going somewhere. Is it really impossible to have fun and do something meaningful in your own home? Maybe I'm hallucinating, but I think I remember being able to do that. Oh where did those times go that I almost remember so fondly.

2. I am dependent on people to have a good time. I find it hard to have a good time when I'm alone. I mean everybody needs some alone time, but nobody wants to be forced to have that time. There's just something about standing around by yourself and thinking of things to do that doesn't really work. Everything I come up with involves more than one me.

3. The inner demons that live in my body come out when I'm alone and kill people. I find myself shivering in pools of blood with a blank memory when I spend alot of time alone. The demons come out when there are'nt other people to distract me from thier voices. Kinda like a werewolf thing, but less cool and more scary.

Either one of those is right or none of them are! Well this does remind me of a quote that J.T. Willwright created in my living room. "You find yourself down alot in life. When you find yourself down do something to make yourself happy. What I do is .........hey do you have any orange juice?" He really is just starting to make no sense these days. Well anyways I'm going to go and find something to participate in. Peace.