I was born...to be wild.

I bought myself a motorcycle.

It is nice to see that in writing. It is true. Two weeks ago I became the owner of a brand new Nighthawk. I needed something a little more reliable than my car seeing as how that thing is in its 17th year. I also wanted something that will get my money's worth at the pump, and at 80 miles to the gallon I think I made a good choice.

I had for about a year now wanted to get a motorcycle. I have always been a fan of riding bikes, though I had never been on a motorcylce. I toyed with the idea last summer and looked around. Everything seemed out of my price range and my ability. However, when I got to school things changed. Everytime I walked to and from my Sociology class with a fellow classmate, I saw the bike sitting there. I became obsessed with it. We also joked that it was the property of our professor, which if you had known him it would have been a little funny.

The obsession grew into me pricing one of these bikes, brand new. Yet again, it grew when I found out that the bike was within my price range. Around the beginning of this calendar year i decided that I was going to own this bike, brand new. Only two obstacles stood in my way.

Obstacle Number 1
My parents. For years I had mentioned getting a motorcycle. I am not sure how serious they took me. But they always told me that as long as I was living in their house, a bike was off limits. Well now I was in college and only living with them a fourth of the year. But I also needed to persuade them to co-sign a loan for me. Which they agreed to after I made my grown up case.

Obstacle Number 2
I had never ridden a bike before. I did not know how to ride. My first thought was to have a friend teach me. When i first contacted him he agreed to this. However, a month later on a follow up I found out that he had sold his bike, apparently he had joined the military and bikes were not allowed on bases so he sold. This almost crushed my plans. But I heard about a training course you can take through the DMV. I signed myself up for the class. It took three days. I learned to ride and got my license later that week. The day after, I went and picked up my bike.

Now I have a bike. Every time I get on it, I am scared to death. There is something about being on a vehicle with nothing surrounding you while going sixty miles an hour that scares you. That along with my visions of me crashing with every vehicle that passes me. I worry and worry all throughout my trips. I honestly do not know if I will ever get used to the feeling.

Oh, I always wear my helmet.

It's Mid-Year Already

It is June 6th. Just over half way through the year. I figured I would stop by here post a little and give you an update on the life and New Years resolutions.

Life is still going, which is good. I finished my first year at the univeristy a couple of weeks back. I beleive I passed all my classes, though I am still waiting on two final grades. I have to admit, exams are a little more stressful when your grade solely depends on it. I came home, moved my stuff back into my room, and continued with life. Yet life is not the same.

I think readjusting to hamoe life may take a while yet. I am having trouble I noticed, I even set my room up like a dorm room; only missing a mini-fridge. I have no desires to see the people that I left here, or that left here with me. In the year apart, we grew apart. Instead I long for next school year when I will see my new friends. I did venture out to a few high school events, though I felt like an ass. College mellowed me. I am much more calm than I ever was, and I think when I talk to people who weren't there for the transformation think I am being an asshole that doesn't care about their petty lives (and secretly I do not). Yet life lives on.

I did, upon returning, start up my work. I am back at the nursing home on the weekends. I realized that I have been there for almost four years now, which makes me the part-timer that has been there the longest. Saddening if you know what it is like. However, on the weekends I make my way to my grown up job. I still work at the factory where I worked last summer, where I am guaranteed work as part of my scholarship. However, I am no longer an operator. I have been moved up to an intern position. Which means that I sit in a cubicle eight hours a day and fill in spread-sheets. After two weeks of working, I can honestly say that I hate spread-sheets.

On to New Years resolutions. If you are anything like the person I used to be, you would have forgotten about these already...even more likely you didn't make any to begin with. However, I made three this year and heres a little status update for you.

#1: Find happiness, preferably with another
I was well on the way with this one. Though some may have figured from my posts that it left me feeling all torn-up inside. However, as is the way in these tales, it did not end up the way that I hoped. History repeated itself. We are now just good friends. But alas, I still have the next six months.

#2: Become a voice of 91.7 FM Student Radio in Madison
This one was simple. I went through the training program, and completed it. Now all I need to do is apply for a show next semester and I should have this one accomplished. I will let you know.

Finally
#3: Save some cash
I believe I was doing this one well. I had about double the most amount of money I had ever had. But, I am unfortunately a compulsive buyer. Within the past month I have spent around $1K and at the end of this week I am buying a motorcycle. So I guess you could say that so far I ahev failed. But the year is only half done with. Also, I am working two jobs this summer and I have two jobs next year at school. Which should allow me to save up a good $5K.

So that is life for me as of late. Let me know what you think.