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| Currently Reading: The Gun Seller by Hugh Laurie [yes, House wrote a book] Currently Listening: Ten Rounds with Jose Cuervo by Tracy Byrd Currently Mood: Hmmm??? Well, I have been applying for jobs to get out of southeast Missouri for the past year and now I am starting to believe if I am meant to stay here? I mean, every time I apply for a job, I get a reply saying, "Thank you, Patrick. We appreciate your interest in [said job], but we do not think you are the best candidate. Please feel free to apply again in the future. Sincerely, [Said company]" It's a little disheartening that I continue to apply and continue to get to rejected. Am I really supposed to stay here for the rest of my life? I am not really sure why I titled this post "Decision Time." I guess I am curious as to see if I should continue to apply for stuff or just let it go and stay here. Pax et Amor, Patrick | | |
| Currently Listening: Running Down a Dream by Tom Petty Currently Reading: Confessions by Saint Augustine Currently Drinking: Water [again] "From this it is sufficiently clear that a free curiosity is more effective in learning than a discipline based on fear." - Confessions [1.14.23] I have decided to reread several of the texts from my classes at WJC because I don't really feel like I learned as much as I probably should have. For example, I read less than half of Confessions and even less than that of the other texts assigned to the GEN100 class my first year at Jewell. By graduation, I read maybe 25% of my capstone texts and still passed with a B. Being curious has always had its advantages, that is to say, unless you are a cat. If you are a cat reading this website, then sir, I applaud you. I have always looked at things around me with a sense of wonder, which is why I guess that I am reading such texts from Augustine, de Tocqueville, and Wright. I want to understand more than I know now because there is much that I don't know. Thankfully, I have friends like Mr. Brunson and Mr. Hastey to help me along this path. I am sure of my path, though unsure of the journey. I am a little afraid that this will shake my foundations and cause me to doubt the things that I know are Truth. I do not mean that this will make me agnostic or an atheist, which is a path I know Brunson and Hastey will not lead me down. I am meaning my core beliefs and how I view the world. Coming from a small town in east central Missouri has left me shortsighted to several issues in soceity. As I told Hastey, "I don't understand enough in the world of politics to give a crap." I believe that I am learning more rereading this text because I am actually reading it. I am pondering what I read, and I feel that this is more beneficial because when I was in the GEN100 class, I had to read 30-40 pages every other day. It did not give enough time for me to understand what I was reading, unlike now where I will spend a few days looking over 5-10 pages of text. This is allowing me to delve into my curiosity and figure stuff out. Well, it is getting late and I should finish for this entry. Pax et Amor, Patrick | | |
| Currently Listening: Something by Rachmaninoff Currently Drinking: Water Current Mood: I don't know anymore. It's odd that it has been so long since I have posted on here. I get on here every now and then and look at what others have written and think to myself, "That is really deep and captivating." And I then look at the stuff that I have written and think, "Wow. What was I on when I wrote this? Why can't I write something deep like [other person]?" I don't know why I can't write anything like that. I haven't written anything deep in my journal, no new songs or poetry, and it's been about a month since I've written a decently funny joke. It's weird because I am in radio and I talk all the time and I can't seem to echo my thoughts and my ideas out anymore. It's almost like something has shut the inspiration valve to my mind. I guess my inspiration is gone. What is wrong with me? Some of my friends called me deep once. Didn't they? Or was it dense? I can't remember. I'm thinking about writing on here at least once a week to get my thoughts rolling again. I hope that it could calm the storms in my life I can vent them out and clear the air, as it were. If you have any questions, you know where to find me. Pacis & Diligo, Patrick | | |
| Hey there Stunt Doubles,
It has been awhile since I posted a genuine topic of discussion on my Xanga. I am sorry for those of you that were gnawing at the bit just to get another friendly post from me. Here's the Return of the Highlight Reel!!!!
1) I graduate from College in 2 1/2 weeks. Wow. These last three years have really flown by.
2) Kelsey and I are doing great! We celebrated 13 months together on Monday of this week and I found out that she is taking me to a baseball game for my birthday! Two great things that I love: Kelsey and Baseball! How can I go wrong with this?
3) I have a job interview with River Radio (where I interned at) on Friday morning. From what I have been getting, I am pretty sure that I will be getting the job there after graduation.
4) Though this has nothing to do with me, Please be in prayer for those at Virginia Tech and Oklahoma University. The students/faculty/families/etcetera need some prayer.
Well, everyone, that's just about it in terms of what is going on in my life.
Peace and the Fishes!
Shawn
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| Hey everyone, as most of you know I am a fan of comedian Rodney Carrington. He is a Tulsa, OK native and though he is a little crude, I find his stuff hilarious. Earlier today, I found his new album at Best Buy and I listened to it. What got me the most wasn't him talking about having his own TV show in L.A. or boxing with his kids at Christmas. It was the story he told about one of his closest friends, Barry Martin. Barry was a comedian that traveled with Rodney and in 2004, he passed away in Baton Rouge, LA.
What touched me the most is that Barry had a lasting inspiration as a great friend to Rodney. The last two tracks of the album were a tribute to the stories of things that Barry and Rodney did together (one such story involved playing a round a golf where the loser had to eat something horrid, like a pickled pig's foot) and the second of the two was a song that Rodney wrote in memory of his friend:
Lift me up each day
Even though you've gone away
Your spirit dances in my mind, in my heart and in my soul
The life you lived, the love you left
The ones you touched, we won't forget
You give us strength in time of need
My Friend...My Angel Friend
And we shared good times through the years
In my heart and soul you're still here
My Friend...My Angel Friend
I hear you whisper in the wind
Piece by piece our hearts will mend
The dreams you shared will carry on
Every now and Beyond
And the world will smile for you were here
The gifts you brought will them dear
I'll take you with me til we meet again
My Friend...My Angel Friend
And we'll share good times from on
In my heart you live on with me
My Friend...My Angel Friend
I miss my friend, my Angel friend.
I may sound selfish in saying this, but I hope that I leave this kind of legacy to my friends. My friends are this to me. Garron, Devan, Danielle, Kels, Jon, Josh, Andrea, Daniel, Jacob, and many more names than I have time to mention.
Peace and Much Love, Shawn
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