THEW40

12:23am: Earplugs please?
My Dad decided to have a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG, one-sided chat about all sorts of "you must be responsible, you're not 18, what are you going to do with your life blah blah blah blah"-shit.

(twitch)

All I wanted to do was just say "Dad, I know what I'm doing. Please leave me alone and you'll get your money soon."

But no. Instead, I just sat there and drank some Smirnoff and just let him jabber on and on and on and on . . .

I guess I just want him and Mom off my back. Pressuring me won't do anything for either you nor I.

Of course, some good news (I suppose) came out of this. Some place sign and picture place up in Greentown is hiring. I may inquire up there for a job. Wouldn't hurt, would it?

I'm going to bed. Tomorrow, I'm getting up, sprusing up my room, going to work, giving Danny his comics and (hopefully) get some writing done.

Good night everyone. Happy dreams and good tomorrows.

~W~

12:04pm: A Fitful Decision
While I was in the shower this morning, I for some reason kept thinking about church. About how it was so good to me and how it felt so good to be there. I'm not really sure as to how to put this into words, but I suppose this is best way:

I need some direction in my life. Going to church will help with that.

I'm not sure when or how I'll get back out there. All I want is it to be treated as a "no-big-deal" situation. I don't want a lot of "welcome back" or "hey, there's Kevin! He's back!".

I just miss having all that faith in what was happening in my life, you know? I don't know what's going to happen, or how it's going to happen. But it needs to happen. I NEED to go back. No matter what's happened, I have to go back there.

I miss being able to listen to a song or standing in the congregation and feeling God's presence and feeling his love flowing around me. I really, really miss that.

Okay. So that's it. You heard me right.

I'm coming back.

Not with a bang, but with a single step in the right direction.

~W~