Blogging from work have to make this fast

I've succumed to the peer pressure and I joined Facebook.
I fear I have just joined a cult. It's addictive and I can't not waste all my time there.
I may need professional help.

Eeep!

Philosophy by Numbers

**** Written quite a while ago, I am not nuts....anymore ****

Introduction to life as philosophy by numbers.

The premise of Philosophy by Numbers is much the same as Paint by Numbers. If you are not familiar with Paint by Numbers let me enlighten you. Each section of some children's canvas is laid out with a number that corresponds to a colour. Follow the guidelines of the pattern and you too can paint "Dog with ball". Or, for those of you more advanced, you can replicate, with shaky hand and untrained eye, the great masterpieces of Van Gogh, Picasso or Michaelangelo.

The very same can be said for life and the ways in which we live it. In each little endeavour we embark on in this journey, we are of the notion that we make the choices that ultimately form that which others will remember us by. This is simply not true.

Our canvas that we paint the picture that is our life is laid out much the same as that of "Dog with ball". While ours is more complex a pattern the foundation remains the same, in many instances of choice we will often choose that which is expected. Or, if you will, dictated. These 'choices' be they dictated by a figure of authority or social norms are not truly choices made but rather a concession to the options presented.

All too often people forego that which they want for that which is 'right'. This idea of 'right' is not always based upon the foundation of morality, but rather finds its roots in fear. This fear, though not always unfounded, is dangerous to those who abide by its presence and opt not to experience the enchantments of life but live safely within the realm of what is 'right'.

Good thing I TIVO-ed the last few months of my life!

I can't believe where the time has gone.

Today I have for the first time in about a month and a half turned on my home computer to sit and do nothing in particular. So what better time to pop in and say hello.

So much has happened these last handful months but it seems like only a few weeks ago was August. So for those that remember last year around this time I was bitching and moaning because I didn't get a job with one organization after a really good interview. Well, the girl that they hired in my place didn't work out so after a couple months they called me and offered me the job. Woo Hoo for ME!

Anyhoo, I'm still chained to my little swedish hell (IKEA) part-time. That's right I have a full-time job AND a part-time job. But that's not all folks, that's right this crazy little girl is also back at school part-time too! Where do I find the time you ask, well that's easy: SACRIFICE! I sacrifice social time with friends, I sacrifice sleep, and every now and then I sacrifice meal time.

(*sniff sniff* who ever thought that my taudry affair with food would be set aside for something as trivial as work or school? Bygones!)

Most of the time I don't really realize just how much time I've lost, because I do! I lose total track of it and next thing I know it's March 2007 and I'm not sure that I've had my thanksgiving Turkey!!! But don't feel bad for me yet, there's good news coming. This fall, after working only a little more than a year, at both jobs of course, I will finally be able to buy my first home! How's that for an accomplishment eh?!?!?! (Yes I say eh again, listen you are just going to have to get used to it.) I love it!

So in other news my birthday is in less than a month and the only thing that I am actually looking forward to is my family's visit at the end of March. Birthdays aren't as exciting as they used to be. Whoop dee do another year older! It's not like when we were kids and all your friends would come over for a party and get all hyped up on sugar. Then the next day at school all everyone ever talked about was the party.

Now it seems that birthdays are all about getting trashed, and all the stories start "Man I was soooo wasted. . ." I think that I've reached the point where I've out grown that. Not that 25 is all that old but lately being the sober one and seeing (really seeing) how people look when they act like that has definitely made me glad I've gotten that out of my system.

Ok wow weird rant.

Anyway, I found something strange the other day that I wrote a while ago and thought that I'd share just because I can!