Scout's Secret

My roommates left me this weekend and headed to Puerto Rico, so, it's just me and Scout the rat. Scout and I have been spending some quality time today watching the NFL Draft and NBA Playoffs. I'm pretty sure Scout secretly loves watching sports and is equally as upset as I am that the Vikings didn't have a 1st. round draft pick this year. Scout told me to keep his devotion to the MN Vikings a secret from his parents. Scout also said he's more of an "upscale" type rat and he doesn't enjoy jam bands as much as pop songs. I suppose when rats rebel, they go all the way. I'm not saying anything to my roommates about this, they wouldn't believe me anyway.

The Commute to My Career

I suppose college is a time when normal people decide what they want to do for the rest of their life and spend the rest of their life building upon that decision. I don't know if I'm normal yet. I have a degree in Biology, yet I spent a good amount of my later years in education exploring that which is not exactly Scientific. I don't believe I was ever drawn to Science naturally. The subject itself did intrigue me at one time, however, the desire to prove to myself I could be successful in completing such a demanding and challenging degree was something I did to legitimize my education, not out of love for the subject.

So, here I am, thinking about my next move, but hesitant to really dive into what I might enjoy. I feel deeply obligated to continue in a direction where I know I have built up my skills and experience. It seems to be the quickest commute; I know the streets, the routine and expected time of arrival. The commute is easy, but I'm not sure I want it.

I'm just wondering if people go through this all the time, or if it's just me. We move away from our passions far too long, eventually the commute to pursue our desire suddenly becomes too far to drive and the possibility of being late is increased.

I don't know...I'm just thinking

To Those Who Wouldn't Know If I Had Gone Missing...

I'm fine. I'm not sleeping in my car or taking daily showers at the beach.
I've been to Big Bear about three times over the past two weeks helping my sister
with her new project (painting cabins).
Some pals in Long Beach have been gracious enough to let me take over their spare room while I nail down a place to live in Los Angeles (and if you're interested, there is a party tomorrow night to celebrate the 3.o birthday of kooter's wafer).
I'm still on the "search" and have re-focused my attention to Los Angeles County. As some of you know through my writings, I've loathed living in Orange County...it's a beautiful, comfortable, safe place...and perhaps I'll re-visit my options later in life, but for right now...I have no reason to remain there.
So there you go...
Here is an update for those who wouldn't know if I had gone missing...I'm fine.