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Well, I haven't written anything in a while, in part because of my laziness, and in part because not much has been happening in the way of note-worthyness. It just seems like my day to day life is quite boring, but what happens in my head is like going a gagillion miles per second. I dont know, but recently I became quite introspective. While sometimes I do like to reflect on myself and my current state. I feel like I do it like 3 or 4 times a day lately. Oddly enough my opinion of myself changes almost as much as I think about how I am doing. Its odd because really I have nothing to complain about, I have a great job, I'm not even going to school right now, I have great friends, and they provide me with plenty to do, but for some reason I feel the need to change. The problem right now isn't that I am opposed to change, its just that I can't seem to pinpoint what it is that I need to change. Trust me, it is one of the most frustrating things in my life! So I have decided to write and write until maybe something comes to mind.
Moving along, I had a pretty busy weekend last weekend. I got Friday off of work, and I went on a rafting adventure with my ward. It was a lot of fun, and a great change of pace. I got to know a lot of people that I had seen before, but only chatted with. It was great because it reminded me how much I like getting to know people and that I shouldn't be so shy all the time. It seems like I am more shy now than I was before my mission. Another conundrum. Someday I will understand myself, and then I will learn to understand other people. I hope that someday is sooner rather than later. Other than that I have just been chillin. I have a great streak almost 2 months long now of seeing a movie in the theatre every weekend. Tonight I watched Live Free or Die Hard, and to be honest it was refreshing. Obviously it was completely unrealistic, and lacked any sense of a plot, but all in all it was nice to know that there still are Bad A** people out there who don't take shiz from anybody, even if they are fictional. It's great to see the good guy blow everything up and shoot himself to kill the bad guy. For some reason I feel like there is something profoundly American about it. This is a great weekend to feel American. I don't know that I was proud to be an American before my mission, but honestly living somewhere else really makes you appreciate home. When I think of Francis Scott Key writing, it is crazy to me. He was writing about an Ideal then, and while I agree that the United States is far from the perfect nation that it was envisioned to be, I can honestly say that there is nowhere else I would rather be, any day of the week, at any point of my life. Where else can I freely write about what a crock everything is, and not be punished for doing so? America is great! and life is getting better every day! Blogging is a cure to whatever ails you mentally, I hope that everyone can detect my change of mood just by writing random things. I am sure that this doesn't flow at all, but I don't care because it did what it was supposed to. Hallelujah!