September 6th, 2014

Im supposed to journal for 10 minutes a day, my thing Is I journal more like when I feel like I have something worth writing. Today was not one of those days, but I didn’t journal yesterday so I better give it a go now.

Im going to call my dad and apologize tomorrow. We haven’t spoken to one another since I failed a drug test for work. I actually haven’t worked for that job for well over a year now but since Im a union member I still come up for drug tests. My dads really high up in this business and so he feels a great amount of embarrassment for my actions since other people know his son failed a drug test for cocaine.

Now that everyone (everyone being no one) is caught up on what happened - Im calling him tomorrow to apologize and hopefully start working out the silence between us. I hope it goes well.

I would really like to get in a habit of going to bed earlier and rising earlier. Its hard because its summer and I don’t have a reason to get out of bed in the morning. So, the alarm goes off and I can never find a reason worthy of actually answering to its call. Off the alarm goes, back to sleep. 

Also, I read the first page of my physics text book today. Taking the world by storm one page at a time, thats my motto.


Journal Entry #1

September 3rd, 2014

This morning I went for breakfast at Old Town Cafe, to save time I sat at the community table. It was me, an older man maybe 40 - 45 (Im horrible at guessing ages), and a young girl (maybe 25) with a baby and a very fat man accompanying her. He was fat to the point that he had to scoot the table out to make more room for his stomach. I have nothing against fat people by the way. 

The older man whipped out a book and pencil and I told him that I was glad he did because it reminded me that I needed to go to the book store later. He told me about his book which was titled “Invitation to a Beheading” which is about a prisoner on death row in Russia and the prisoner doesn’t know when he is going to be executed so he is plagued with the dilemma of whether or not to take up a new hobby because he doesn’t know how much time he has left. It sound like a good read, its been added to my birthday list.

At one point the young girl was holding her baby and I told her that It reminded me of an interesting thought I had heard recently which is “In everyones life there comes a point when your mother picks you up, sets you down, and never picks you back up again.” She responded “Oh like because you got too big?” .. I don’t think she quite grasped the concept. I said “I don’t know.. It kind of just provokes the same emotions for me as the thought that theres already hundreds of places that you’ve been for the last time in your life”

By now I had sufficiently lost interest from the young girl and her large company but the older man was interested. In regards to the mother picking you up and setting you down, he said this rang very true for him because his mother had passed away and since no one has quite shown as much interest or care in him. He told me how he is a teacher in Canada and he is supposed to be already back to teaching but there is a dispute between the unions and some form of government. He told me he was on his way to Ashland, Oregon for a film festival. He said that he really enjoys Ashland and he didn’t want it to be one of those places he’s already been  to for the last time in his life.

My breakfast was good and as I rode off on my bike the older man waved to me through the window.