Life Goes On

The post-college realization is starting to seep into my mind and I must admit that it's not as pleasing as I would have liked. I haven't "officially" graduated since I have 3 summer classes left. But I'm a mere 2 months from academic freedom.

Just thinking about the last 4 years of my life is bitter-sweet. I would gladly redo them all over again, but a time-machine is not available it seems. Thousands of memories are recalled in the blink of an eye and flood my senses as if a giant wave crashes upon the shore of the here and now. I've met thousands of people, been to hundreds of houses for parties, stayed up late doing projects that should have been done weeks in advance, loved and lost, burned and been burned, recoiled from opportunities and taken wild chances.

What have I really learned from all these experiences? A general understanding of the business world? Yes. What do I want out of life? Not really. What makes me happy? Somewhat.

I have a nagging feeling that sitting at a desk from 9 to 5 for the rest of my life wouldn't bring much satisfaction. This has already been discussed with Max who will likely start his own international photography magazine and might want to include me as a partner. I suppose that what I truly want is a career that allows me to change the world and to do something that allows me to find inner-peace. As for what that is...we shall find out in good time.

And now for some lyrics that relate oh so well.
--- Favorite lyrics of the day ---
Memories are bittersweet
The good times we can't repeat
Those days are gone and we can never get them back

Now we must move ahead (woah-oh)
Despite our fear and dread (woah-oh)
We're all just wishing we could stop,
but Life goes on

Come of age
Can't hold on
Turn the page
Time rolls on

Wipe your eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries
- "Can't Repeat" - The Offspring

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Hodge Out

Memorial Weekend Approaches

A lovely Thursday morning is upon us and here I am sitting in this industrial office. Indiana Jones comes out today, so that's a highlight. I plan on seeing that once I get off work.

Not sure what I'll be doing with my extended weekend. I know that Deale wants to go to a bar (for once) so I'll have to take advantage of that opportunity. Playing wingman for a ghey would be a new experience. Hopefully these gheys have attractive (and heterosexual) female accomplices for my own amusement while Deale flirts away with those man-sluts. It'll make for an interesting time I'm sure.

I have the option of going to Kyle's farm on Saturday but I'm not sure if I want to go. Turnout will be low as always I'm certain. Wasting a Saturday out in BFE to fish and jack around isn't as appealing now as it was when I was under 21 and unable to take part in the Louisville nightlife. Gas is also hella-expensive. Hm...we'll see as the days progress.

Went to the Book and Music Exchange on Bardstown yesterday. A very neat place, with books laying everywhere. It feels like a treasure hunt because the books are only somewhat categorized. For example, I found a book in a box laying next to the mystery section entitled, "Why I Am Not A Christian"...by one of my fav authors Bertrand Russell. Picked that up instantly. Also bought one of Carl Sagan's collections, a notable astronomer and non-believer.

Anyways, I have work to do. Not really...waiting for I can bail out and go to see Dr. Jones. Peace out.

Le Hodge

Derby Madness

It's that time of year again.

That time of year when I'm forced to hang out with my family for a few hours and watch horse races in a sober and somber state. This year I have the option of actually going to the Derby...but that would be madness. The Derby in-field has a reputation for being full of crazies who drink into the point of oblivion. This sounds like the crowd I usually hang out with, but since there will be old redneck drunks I'm sure the crowd will be less savory than I'd like. It's also incredibly expensive. As in, $50 to get in and $5 per beer. That money could be better spent getting me wildly (and much more safely) intoxicated at any local establishment. In fact, I may do so unless a better plan arises.

Cheers from the land of horses,

Le Hodge