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Friday, February 24, 2006

I think that working two jobs is finally taking it's toll on me.

It turns out that working 70 hours a week takes up a lot of your free time.

I figured that out all on my own. No, really!

I've got the Monday through friday 9 to whenever work gets done, and then the youth job which just kicked up a notch. I've added a youth night to my country church because we finally have enough teens to start one. Now, I also work all day Sunday, almost every single Saturday, and Wednesday and Thursday nights.

I'm so happy to have just a few hours to myself Monday, Tuesday, and Friday nights that I just kind of sit for the most part. It's amazing the things you feel like you're making time for when you are on a very short supply of it. Reading, talking to friends, anything. I have, at least, taught myself some more on the guitar.
The main thing, though, is that mah bills are getting paid. Soon them credit cards will be a distant memory, and student loans will have taken their rightful place as my monetary nemesis of choice. I like to focus on a bill to pay it off and get it out of the way. Finance charges. There's something they never told me about in high school.

I actually had a dream about taking a nap. Seriously, I did. Somehow, I was disappointed to wake up and find out that I hadn't been taking a nap. I don't think that makes sense, somehow. It's my own fault, though. I just can't seem to stop doing things lately.

I should be getting a road bike pretty soon so that I can train up for an upcoming mission trip bike ride. I've missed riding a lot, so I'm going to start riding the bike to work every chance I get. I'll just be chasing the American dream of changing my tummy from one big lump into a series of small, hard lumps.

My first step on that part has been to actually shop for food. I know, I know, it sounds revolutionary and very bizarre, but it turns out that you can choose to buy healthy food at the supermarket!

I know! Wierd, right?

Anyways, I'm going to give the whole diet thing a try along with my new fantastically painful workout routine. It's set up into separate phases which I have yet to name any of except for the first. It's called "Whine Like A Sissy: Lactic Acid and You."

Life is freaking rad. I'm feeling better than ever, putting more of myself into my work (Youth, not design) than I have before, focusing on what needs to be done, and working myself to death. I've got close to twenty kids that I get to hang out with all the time, and who are all completely different. The skater kids want me to skate, which so far, I'm awesome at. I can stand on the board and not fall off. Not while it's moving, mind you. That's a big accomplishment for me. The inner city kids are making my dodgeball skills insane, and now my boys claim that I am "From da hood." Apparently it's as easy as just living there.

No, really. They told one of my friends that the other night. She was talking about how she was insulting someone, and Leroy pipes up "Mr. Tim don' know none of your crazy white girl insults! He straight from tha hood!"

First, she stared at him, laughing.
Then, she stared at me.

I went, "Yeah!"

Haaaah! Just a few years have transformed me somehow into a graphic-designing, almost-skateboarding, net-blogging, youth minister who is straight street, yo.

In two years, I'll probably have dreds, and be calling myself "T-Sketch" or something.

I love my jobs, I love being overworked, I love not sleeping enough, I love my new no longer secret fitness craze, and I love what's happening in my personal life, I love my friends, and I'm pretty much... good.

I gotta tell you, right now I wouldn't have it any other way.

TimChose [ 10:53 AM ]