Life...At Least That's What We Call It

So life has been pretty not bad, not great, but I would use the term good. I'm still in Marshall, but that's going pretty good, for the most part. Things aren't too good at the church right now, so I need to get a real job, but I still love it down here. It's strange, because I knew that I wanted to come back after I was here on what was formerly called ACE Teams (it's now called A4, named after Acts 4, I think). I never really thought that I would like this place as much as I do. When I said that I fell in love with Marshall, I meant that I fell in love with what I do in Marshall; it would just be nice if I could get paid for it.

For those of you that care, I'm looking to leave sometime in May, so that I can move on with my life. It's great here; I get to hang out with teens almost everyday, I get to talk about what I believe and live out what I believe. But I think that it may be time for me to move on with my life soon. Sure I could stay in Marshall for the next 3 and a half years, but I would probably just become stagnant as a person. I would grow to a certain point, and then I would get bored with it, and I would grow to hate it. I don't want to hate this place, but if I'm here for 3 more years, I just might.

Things were so much simpler back in high school, no responsibility, I got to hang out with my friends every weekend, I didn't need to have a job, the only thing that I needed to pay for was gas and car insurance. I could still be at home, but I would hate it there, because the people that I love have all gone away to do grow-up stuff, like go off to college and get a "real" education. I'm getting an education exactly where I'm at. I probably know a lot more about what to do when the crap hits the fan than somebody my same age has been babied in a classroom. Not that there's anything wrong with college. There's a lot I don't know, because I didn't go to college, but I feel like I've made it up with experience. Ideally, I wouldn't need to go to college in the near future, but that may change, depending on circumstances and whatnot.

So I'm ending my rant about how I don't want to go to college now and whining about my life. I'm sorry, as usual, if I've broken your heart by telling you that I'm dating a girl...and she's black... That suprises people for some reason. Yes, my girlfriend is black, and yes, I'm white and I have red hair. But, no, I am not a neo-nazi, just because I shave my head. I am farthest from that. Although I may be apart of the IRA, you just never know.

So I'm really ending this blog now, I think, unless I don't, in which case, you don't have to read it