I refuse to be governed by conformity.

So, a funny thing happened to me today. For about half an hour (maybe forty-five minutes) I forgot who I was.
Let me preface this story by saying, "I hate glassware!" I am a big guy, who is clumsy. I like my kitchenware durable.
So, after a trip to the state owned store of sin , I was in search of wine glasses. At the dollar store the glasses were too cheap. At Target (a.k.a.Wal-mart plus) they were too expensive. As I was looking at a set of 4 glasses for $15.95-ish, it suddenly dawned on me, "Why am I looking at a special glass to drink wine out of?" I am Ian Owens! Since when do I conform? Why would wine taste any different from a wine glass than it would from a mason jar? Plus a mason jar is so much more my style.

Sunlight

There was once a troll named Ugh. He was like most trolls, he lived in a world that was always dark. He liked it that way; Always hidden away from the world. He did what trolls do. He went about his daily affairs ignoring the light of day, always keeping his eyes on the ground. Until one day, while munching on his midday grub, he caught out out of the corner of his eye, a ray of sunshine casting a golden beam of light on a lone wildflower. For the first time in Ugh's life he saw pure beauty. He was perplexed by this singular flower that could grow between the thorns of roses and stand above the tangles of the honeysuckle. In the days to follow Ugh found himself returning to that spot to try and catch a glimpse of the majesty of a world he dared not dream of. Over time Ugh began to visit the meadow that was home to the wildflower less and less, because he knew that the flower belonged to a world that was not his. After a while Ugh began to forget about the wildflower. And then, one day after returning home from a day of toil, he found a crack in the wall. The crack let in a tiny blade of light that was shining in on a small wildflower.

AAAAAGGEeerrrr....

This is one of those times when my brain is screaming at me, and I know the the best way to calm it, is to type type type type type type type. But my house really smells terrible right now, and I've narrowed it down to the fridge. So my evening is probably going to be spent on that.

Coming soon,

I promise. I have a metric ton of stuff on my mind I need to get out because it's starting to make my sulci itch. So pretty soon you'll either get one big all encompassing hodgepodge of "what the Hell?", or you'll get a bunch of little ones.

update?

Alright, it's been a while since I posted and I'm stuck at work with nothing to do and feeling a little antsy. So does your brain ever get all filled up with important stuff and you get that feeling like you just want to run to burn off the stress? I feel like that some times, but then I remember that I'm an out of shape lard ass and that I'd only make it about 300 feet before I was worn out and had to stop for a donut break.

Here's my problem, I feel like things are not happening fast enough. I have sort of a plan and everything, but right now it's going to take about five years to get to where I want to be and I want to be there now. To top it off, summer break is killing me, I'm not getting anything done, and can't really. I guess I'm making money (which apparently is a key part of the plan) but it still feels like I'm standing still.

A younger version of myself would be super pissed at me right now, but I'm going to say this anyway. I can't wait for summer to be over and for school to start.

It is very possible that at some point in time I will resume posting my very profound thoughts here. Stay tuned.

I remember this place. This is where I used to write things.