Final Reflection

     There is no doubt in my mind that a major struggle that I nave noticed and that I have encountered would be that  I tend to get distracted and ultimately end forgetting that the ride is happening. I get to working and remember that I am missing the proper tools work on finding a new tool that I am already loosing track of what I am doing. I tend to be distracted rather easily. Though I can not say that I completed this assignment, I can say that I have grown as a writer from day one with a blog until now. I have increased the speed which I type, as well as the speed which it takes me to form a story or a piece of writing. If I was given the opportunity to redo this assignment I can say that I would change the way in which I approached the assignment. I seemed to put the assignment off to the side while i took the time to finish everything that I wanted to before even thinking of doing my home work. I would make sure that I took the time to type a blog post daily so that I could watch the change in my skill and flow day by day. Overall this assignment was still an effective one, though it seemed I tried to do everything that I could to ensure it wasn't.

I Braked Things

     I am curious to know who has broken as many phones as I have. It has become a major problem for me honestly. I have been known to have a new phone at least once a month if not multiple times a month for quite a while. Because I have a history with breaking phones many people think that I do not have any phone cases. This is not the case... See what I did there? Bad jokes make my day. Moving on, I have had Otter Box's, Griffin's, and several cheap and flimsy cases. All of them seemed to be alright for normal people. Too bad for me that cases for regular people seem to be comparable to wrapping my phone in a plastic bag. I had one phone that was in an Otter Box, this phone may have taken flight from my truck while a few friends and I had found a mud hole that we were tearing up. When the phone took flight, so did my anger. I knew that there was no way the phone would survive the trip it had just begun. The phone had met mud, When I retrieved the rogue phone I noticed that it was not on, and it wasn't coming back on. At this point in my life, my anger issues were not as well attended to as they are now. I proceeded to make sure the phone was a waste and became unusable, once I had made the final decision that it was a waste. If it wasn't destroyed yet it would be when I was finished. I figured I had to go big so I took the old faithful baseball bat out, I took a few swings on the bat, each time driving my truck over top of the phone. Once I began to feel as if I had done as much damage as possible with the baseball bat I moved to the trusty Beretta 1911 pistol from my hip and proceeded to add a healthy dose of lead into that sucker.
     

Helmets Made Me Skip Homework

     Since I bought a new motorcycle I decided that I also needed  a new helmet. You can never have too many helmets. Safety First!!! You also have to have a helmet to match your bike or you just do not look right. Anyways, I decided to buy a new one. I usually head to a motorcycle dealer and buy my helmet direct from them when I buy a new one but I have been experimenting with Amazon here lately. I recently downloaded the app to my phone and decided to test online shopping out. I had only ever bought a shirt online, one of my favorite shirts to be fair. This one has an American flag on the back and says "Stomp My Flag, I'll Stomp Your Ass", just a classic. My experience with online shopping has been limited so when I misguidedly downloaded the Amazon app while I was attempting to do homework I easily became distracted. When I realized that I could order motorcycle helmets off of Amazon, well my homework went untouched for a week... and now I am here. After several days of looking and debating over a wide variety of helmets, all different styles, brands and colors. I finally decided. I purchased the IV2 Bio-hazard helmet. This helmet should pretty closely match my bike which is black and neon green with purple hand grips. The helmet is a matte black, with super vibrant neon green writing and emblems. The helmet is covered with writing, all saying Bio-hazard in a variety of sizes. The helmet should be showing up on Wednesday and I will let who ever does not care a full review of the helmet. I am becoming rather fond of shopping on Amazon, it means less time that I have to waste driving around town to find the things I am looking for. I do however buy more things and spend a ridiculous amount of time searching Amazon to see what I do not know about yet. Amazon may kill my grades,This is a very real struggle that I am noticing.

Shame and Safety

     I feel slightly ashamed, yet at the same time proud. I know that this is an odd combination of feelings, but just imagine this for a moment. You have been riding motorcycles since before high school. You had become infatuated with them, met many people with a great deal of experience that you could learn from. You had never been pulled over on a bike because you either never had been caught during the early stage of your riding; while you became much safer and cautious as you progressed in your riding. It did not matter the kind of motorcycle or the size, you can ride them all as if they were your own, yet you still remain wary when it comes to riding another persons bike. People come to you with questions now, whether it is in regards to fixing their bike or what to do in situations that could pose life or death consequences. This has become me. I love riding almost as much as I love fighting, it helps me to level out. Feeling the wind against my body, knowing that I am an integral part of the bike I am riding. Knowing the limits and making sure that I stay within them. Feeling a sense of responsibility and confidence in my ability to make split second decisions and movements in traffic when needed that the cars around me couldn't dream of. The feeling that my life is in Gods hands with a hint of my own support as I glide around curves and find myself in traffic, which rarely checks for motorcycles. I know that my parents hate the fact that I have grown so fond of traveling on two wheels. I understand their concern and take it into account every time I start a bike. If I begin to feel that riding that day isn't right I do not think twice before grabbing my car keys. All this being said, I failed my motorcycle permit test. I talked to several of my biker friends after this occurred. I wanted to know just what the hell happened. I was met with a unanimous welcome to the club. In my asking around, 9 out of 10 bikers that grew up around motorcycles failed the permit test at least twice. WHAT?? How can the safest bikers I know have failed a basic safety test? How could I? Thinking back to the questions, and the ones that I missed, I began to understand. The book and test that we take is for beginners, it is to teach them basic safety and ways to stay alive, sometimes at the expense of their bike. The safety methods that we conform to as experienced riders differs from that of a beginner. The things we do are second nature and are meant to keep us from ever getting into the situations that we teach beginners about. We have seen what happens, the experienced riders that fail this test are some of the safest people to ride with. And yes this may be sheer speculation but just watch and ask around, I am willing to bet that you will find the same results that I have.

I'm Getting Another

     For anyone who may care, and even if you don't, I recently decided to purchase another motorcycle. This one is a bike that is pretty dear to my heart and I could not see it go to some random person. My best friend bought this bike after high school before he joined the army, the bike had quite a few issues though which meant that we spent some good time fixing her up. I know with certainty that before he shipped off to basic he rode the bike a maximum of three times. His father had been taking care of it while he was gone. Had been. Once a friend of his fathers had been killed in a motorcycle wreck, he stopped and thought about his mannerisms while riding. He was able to point out several back roads, famous for deer and other woodland creatures running in front of unsuspecting motorist, when pointing these roads out he would explain how he hit 120 mph down this road with ease on the bike. My friends mom made the point to look at him with distaste and claim that it was a good thing he has a wife that works for the hospital because he may find himself there soon. It was always a fun jest however when he thought about this in light of his friend being killed while on a motorcycle his mood seemed to change toward the subject. He began riding it less and less and at this point has not started the bike in a year. When I had gotten word that the bike was going to be sold I felt that I had to intervene,  this bike had been a project for over a year. There were countless hours and long nights spent working the kinks out of the motorcycle that brought my best friend, his father, and I even closer than we had been previously. Call me sentimental, or a pansy, or just say that I wanted another toy; but I could not stand to watch the culmination of all of that time and bonding go to someone who could not appreciate it. I am also a very safe and experienced rider. I used to have my stupid moments on bikes a few years back but I have seen first hand what can happen, and how fast At this point in life I would say that I am wise beyond my years when it comes to riding and safety. Maybe the rest of my life can catch up to that.

Animal Crackers

     Animal crackers and peanut butter may kill my grades. Have you ever tried to do homework while eating the two? It is damn near impossible, if you disagree you are lying to yourself. Let me explain, when I do my homework I like to eat. The main thing that I eat when I try to do homework is chocolate animal crackers. Anyone who is well versed in animal crackers knows the struggle. It is animal cracker law that you must play with animal crackers. That tasty, fun treat can keep me entertained for hours and I am in no way ashamed to admit it. Once you open the cookie jar, the world begins to burn. All of a sudden the crowd begins to grow, the people know, they have a six sense about it. Crack the peanut butter open and the crowd breaks the line, they rush in and that was the last that you saw of your animal crackers. The problem escalates when your nephew shows up and realizes that there are now no more animal crackers. This nephew may only be four years old and have a serious love for animal crackers. When said nephew notices the lack of animal crackers, Chernobyl begins again. The break down that ensues is an utterly destructive force of nature that makes most tornadoes look like a cool breeze. Between the crowd and the antics that accompany them the melt down of a toddler, no work gets done. Even tonight, I brought the animal crackers out, and the lack of work began. The friends that I had over made haste to get in on the animal cracker hook up, then the talking began. Once the talking began it did not take long to have another four people in the house making an animal cracker party. I just hope that my nephew doesn't realize the lack of animal crackers in the house tomorrow.

Do I Really Need A Title?

Well yet again it has been about a week or so since my last posting. I swear I will get better at this stuff. I can never remember to post these. I'll just be going about my week and suddenly remember that I haven't posted for quite a while. So as an update, work is slow, fantasy football is killing me, I'm still trying to get used to school. I understand that by week six I should be well into the swing of it. School never managed to keep my attention for too long. I always manage to get off track and have a difficult time finding my way back on track. I will get there, honestly once I motivate myself to get back on schedule and get used to living without alcohol and chew I will be back on top. Yes I have decided to rid my life of alcohol and chew. It always seemed like I find quite a bit of trouble when I drink. I cannot afford more trouble in my life. I also have noticed for about the past six months that my gum line has been receding, I'm happy about that at all. I have taken up something to help with my transition to a life free of those horrid and destructive habits. Before anyone calls me out about jumping on the band wagon for taking this hobby up now, it is something that I have been watching and itching to join for a couple of years now. Without holding out any longer, the hobby that I picked up is vaping. I just figured it out. I am going to start posting about the things I do at work as well as a lot about my journey into vaping. You may think, "What kind of journey can you have into vaping?". Well let me tell you in my next blog post. That's right this is going to become a legit, underground vape and vehicle blog. I am now inspired as hell for this. Check back regularly and tell your friends. This will become amazing as I begin to make my journey through vaping and chasing clouds. I also forgot to mention. I went into the best local vape shop that Springfield, Missouri offers, Titan Vapors, and met the owners. Let me tell you how amazing these guys are. To be honest, I am a cage fighter on somewhat of an extended sabbatical. I am trying to make my way back into the scene and become a large name. When I went in I began talking to the owner, whom I will keep anonymous until I clear the plug of him and his shops in this, he is one of the most laid back and cool person that I have ever met. After talking with him and his brother I have the feeling that this is a place that I can just walk into and chill without being judged and have an amazing time with a great community of people. We began talking about what I do and what I'm looking for and he immediately started getting more and more excited. He is huge into MMA and loves to watch. This could be the beginning of a great hobby with an amazing support group for the things that I wish to achieve in my life.

Thanks for reading as always, I will be back much sooner next time!

MIKEY OUT

This Is My Creed

     Alright so this has been an assignment for a while and I haven't been putting it off this time. This time the assignment seemed to have hit home with me. Some background, this is a part of the This I Believe assignment. We were asked to free write about our beliefs, then to comprise a credo, and then write a 3-5 page narrative about our beliefs and our credo. I have been  putting a lot of thought into this credo. For as long as I can remember the only thing that I have really run my life by (if you can say that I ran it) was the fact that things happen and you just have to roll with it. I can attest through personal experience that this is not the way to live life. My father has been hounding me for a few months now to figure out what I want in life and how I really want to live my life. This has been something rather difficult for me to think about. I have written three different creeds over the course of the week and only one really stood out to me. It was one that I had to write immediately when I began thinking and planning it out in my head. I will post the other two later as extras, however this will be turned in. This has been sent to several different close friends to undergo an editing so to say. The people that received this are those that have had a significant impact on my life for the better, I can tell you that had I met some of them my life may not have been this long. Without further adieu, I give you my credo.


     I am a fighter, tried and true. I approach every challenge with determination and strength. I will push my mind and body to the limits and break those limits. The world has tested me. I have faltered but never failed. I remain ready and willing to lay down my life in defense of the innocent. It is not what I do within my life that matters, rather what I do for others. I am a defender. I am a disciple. I am a leader. I have been challenged and I have overcome. I have never accepted defeat nor will I ever. My strength is not my own. My strength is a gift. My God is my strength. My God tests my faith and provides what I cannot. Though I have witnessed corruption, death, dishonor, and injustice I must prevail. I must cage the demons of my past and push forward with fervor for great change in my future. I must become clean, free from my pride. Free from the world. I will become free. I will learn to love more fully and openly. I will become the great man that I am meant to be. For; I am a fighter and I am blessed with abundance from God who will never test me past what I can and will overcome. 

~David M. Conrad


     Feel free to comment, it seems to still be a bit of a work in progress but for the sake of the assignment that it was a part of I had to post this in a semi-timely manner. Thank you again for taking the time to read and probably learn too much about me. I'll try to be here all week. 

I'm behind... I know.

     Well here we are again with me apologizing because I have fallen behind. I seem to have terrible time management and horrible luck. Everything I do from work to school to home always seems to want to go wrong somehow. It is maddening to say the least. I started out work and school all caught up and not having any worries.

     Work and worries always go together no matter how many times my service manager says that work should be fun. It can be fun but you do have to worry about making enough money, making sure that your payroll percentage is low enough, making sure that you meet the ticket times that you are given no matter how unreasonable they really are at times, and most of all making sure you do not do anything to destroy someones vehicle. Don't forget to ensure that everyone has seen you smile at least a few times a day or they will think you hate your life and ask how you are (regardless if you are like some of us and really do hate it increasingly more often). You miss a week of work and things just tend to escalate, along with your blood pressure and the amount of expletives that come from your mouth. If you couldn't already have guessed, give up now, I missed a full week of work this past week. We will get to the reasoning shortly. I want to rant about school for now.

     School. My favorite thing to do before I started to take classes again was tell people that they had it easy if they were in school. Now generally they would be taking classes and not working more than 30 hours a week. Not me, well, never me really. I just started to think about it and I cannot remember a time when I was taking classes (full or part time) that I was working less than 50 hours a week. There was also a point in time where I was working an average of about 80 hours a week, fighting MMA and training every night, and taking classes. Needless to say something had to go. My solution, just quit showing up to school they'll understand. To be fair they understood but I still failed all of my classes. I have to remain active or I will likely hurt myself or others, I try my hardest I really do, I don't want to be that way I just cannot help it most of the time. When I take my medicine I usually do alright. Sometimes it can make me easily agitated though. I can also just become almost like a zombie but more useless, you can make a zombie eat your enemies, I would just stare at them with a dumbfounded look on my face. For the simple fact that I tend to get off track pretty quickly I will just tell you that school has become difficult for me, focusing is near painful and focusing long enough to make a quality blog or write a paper may damn near kill me. I try everything I can but sometimes it just does not work out. Now I will force upon you the reason why I missed a week of work.

     For those of you who do not care about personal stories, I am forcing this upon you. It means exactly what it says. You will have to read this because I am using my Jedi Mind Tricks. So here we go, hold on to the rails and keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times. I have a condition called Esophageal stricture. So for people like me to whom those are just a couple of weird words I have a narrow throat. I have trouble swallowing food. I tend to choke. I choked. This was not one of the normal times for me to choke, usually I'm in Springfield at least. This time I was out in Morisville without my steroid inhaler that helps this condition. Long story short; There I was baby sitting a bunch of adult playing with guns, I realized I was choking on lunch, I ended up in the hospital having another endoscopy. They tried to give me muscle relaxers to help me through it up. That never works and just makes it worse. After the endoscopy I was layed up in bed with no hope of working this past week and could barely function to get any home work done. It took all of my strength to focus and get what I completed done. Every time I would stand or sit up I would feel the pain of having a 45lbs kettle ball dropped on my diaphragm and then getting repeatedly punched afterwards. Work, recovery, and school. Sometimes I really do have a difficult time keeping up with everything like this week. I will be trying to catch up with everything as soon as I can, This is by no means supposed to be like a pity post, just a little insight into what has been going on and how I continue to narrowly escape death with the help of Gastroenterologists.

Getting To Know Our Audience

          This has been an assignment that I was slightly unsure about near the beginning. I was unsure how asking questions online could actually help us to get to know our classmates. The assignment seemed to turn out a bit different than I had anticipated. There were some things that I had assumed would happen; however there were also some things that really got me thinking. Luckily this is being posted in my blog so I can be my normal unapologetic self and asses the points of interest the way I actually see them.

     One classmate asked where we would go and who we would take with us if we had a one way ticket to anywhere in the world. Naturally, with me being the person I am, of course I chose Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. This is the birthplace of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu which has been one of my loves for the past few years. Rio Heroes is also a product of this place. Just imagine bare knuckle mixed martial arts, it is a beautiful thing. Enough about my response though, I had noticed that the majority of the class had decided that they would not want to accept a one way ticket. They are attached to the place in which they live. Because these are real people I will abbreviate the names so that those whom it concerns will still understand. R.L had said "I don't think I would want to permanently move away from my home. I have everything I need here.” This one response pretty much summed up what the class thought; they have what they want and who they want here in their hometown. I respect their decision and their attachment to this place in which we began to learn who we are. That being said I cannot agree with them; if it takes a one way ticket to get myself into a better environment for me to become the man I want and know I should be then a one way ticket it is for me. As we move on we gained some further understanding about the class and me.

     The question that I had asked was what lesson the class would their posterity that they had learned from a major mistake that they had made in life. I had truthfully expected the majority of the class to be brief and avoid alluding to the fact that we have all made major mistakes in life at one time or another. Those who had rejected the notion of major mistakes had come up with things that they had learned from what I was left to assume were minor mistakes in their lives. The responses that were given had a lot to do with honesty and seizing opportunities. There was one post that stuck out to me, it was made by S.R "... you can't look forward to the future if you dwell on the mistakes in your past.". This is something that people constantly tell me. I relentlessly beat myself up over the things that I have done. It has been a problem that I have always dealt with. After reading this from someone that I've not met it makes me feel as though there should be a bigger push to quit dwelling on my past life. As we look at the mistakes of the past and the prospect of the future it brings me to the one question that has puzzled me.

     Where are you going after you die? One question that has perplexed nearly everyone from theologians to reformed Ukrainian Mob bosses (I've met some interesting people...). When the class was asked this question, I'm not sure why, but I had anticipated different responses. The overwhelming majority of the class had said that they are Christian and had been saved so they are going to heaven. This perplexed me for a few different reasons. Keep in mind that this is not meant to tear down anyone's beliefs or religion, simply to invoke deeper thought. When one takes the response that someone is Christian and they have been saved so they will go to Heaven, is it really enough to just go into the water and become saved? What happens to those who have not been saved, even if they had never been exposed to the opportunity for it? If we follow the thought that you must be saved to go to Heaven it would seem as though those in third world countries that never had the opportunity to learn Christianity would be doomed. They would not only be the only "doomed", from this perspective any children that have died before they had the chance to be saved would be in the same boat. Looking at this from a different perspective; what about those who have been saved but do not show it? Throughout time there have been numerous examples of those who have been Christian and "saved" that have committed heinous crimes against humanity with no remorse to speak of. Is it fair that infants and those who had not received the opportunity are doomed while some of the world’s shittiest people, those that deserve the inner circle of Hell, are "saved" simply for being submerged in water? Apologies for going slightly off of topic but I felt the need to write my analysis of this train of thought. Coming from this topic I find it necessary to highlight one more question that was asked that also greatly helps us understand the class which will be our audience. Just as religion greatly influences our lives, those that we surround ourselves with also have a profound impact.

     The last question that I will highlight from this exercise shows us who our classmates found to be the most influential in their lives. After reading and gaining an understanding of the class from the previous questions I felt that there was a clear choice on which their influences were. As expected the majority of the class was influenced greatest by members of their family. There were two exceptions in the class; they were influenced most by someone outside of their family. I would venture to say that here in the Mid-West our families tend to be the people that influence us the most. This may very well be different as you go further north and maybe south. Ultimately as we look at the results the responses to this question line up with the beliefs that we can conclude most of the members of this class adhere to.

    Looking back at this exercise we seem to be able to draw a conclusion as to who our audience ultimately seems to be. Assessing the responses given when asked about a one way ticket anywhere it is noticed that the class is fond of their home and very few had said that they would accept a one way ticket. Regarding mistakes and lessons to teach posterity the class seems to reject the notion that we all make major mistakes in life with that being said they would teach of honesty and one had spoken of not dwelling on the past. With not dwelling on the past comes looking to the future as in where we will go when we die. Predictably enough almost all of the class agreed that since they are Christian and had been saved that they were going to Heaven. Just as predictably the class also shared the feeling that various members of their family had been the most influential people in their lives. Hometown and family oriented, honest and forward looking, Christian and influenced by family members; to me personally this seems like the typical Mid-Western to Southern mindset that I love so much.

This I Believe Freewrite

I believe in never flagging and never failing. what does this mean? This means that no matter what life throws at me I will never give up. A man by the name of Rob Bailey had started the Flag Nor Fail movement if you will.. I have looked up to this man for quite a while. he had lived a "normal" life. wife, dog, house, 401k all of that but it never felt completely right. he still wanted more. he wanted to do more with his life. he quit his job, started making music and continued lifting weights. he is a successful musician with a ncak knack for making people more motivated and amped up to follow their dreamas. this has always fascinated me. I have always wanted to become a professional MMA fighter but I had been scared of what could happen to mea nd what would happent to my family If something went wrong in a fight. I know that they would be devistateed so instead of taking my first professional fight back in july 2014 I decided to follow the safe route and backed out. I have been itching to get bakc in. IT pains me to know that I can make it, I can be a successful fighter. I have the strength, the ability and the drive. I also have the ffear of hurting my family any more than I already have. I would have to say that I can thank Rob Bailey for this realization that i have had. His music has greatly influenced me . He created a song called what I live for. I can tell you that I live to fight, I live to compete, I live to win. I just need to get my shit straight and go for it.

This I Believe

1. I believe that I am not always the best person.
2. I believe that I can always get better 
3. I believe I am better today than I was yesterday
4. I believe I am destined for great things
5. I believe I will become a successful professional fighter 
6. I believe I am drifting through life without much direction
7. I believe times are changing and not for the best
8. I believe all lives have the opportunity to be important and matter
9. I believe there is no replacement for hard work 
10. I believe in never flagging and never failing 
11. I believe that I will serve my country honorably when the opportunity arises
12. I believe I can achieve anything with the help of God
13. I believe that I am undeniably blessed
14. I believe life is not always easy but it is worth it 
15. I believe anything can be fixed with enough J.B. Weld
16. I believe there is more after death

Jung May Have Met Me Before...

Alright people, I just took the Jung Typology Test. This is supposed to tell you what kind of student and person you are. After taking it, getting bored, stopping and retaking it... I think it is safe to say that this test actually figured me out pretty well. 

After reading the explanation of just what these letters mean, I understand that there are more like me. I am not alone when people look at me thinking that I am insane while I explain four different scenarios at once. I have brothers and sisters just like me. Maybe we can make some kind of group that gets together and goes about confusing people with our conversations. Probably not a good idea really... I have always thought as myself as a rather intelligent person, though I rarely think about the things that I do and say before it happens. I can definitely say that "mischievous benevolence" is the new phrase with which I will explain my personality to those that I meet. I can tell you for a fact that this same jumping about when I talk happens when I write. It really makes editing a beast of a task. I am not sure how many of you have had to switch whole paragraphs around because it explains the concept you were talking about at the beginning of your paper but it gets tiring. Simply a pain. I cannot really figure out yet how this test will effect my writing throughout college but perhaps I will be able to find a way to settle down on my spastic jumping about. 

Honestly I would have to say that the only thing I did not agree with was the desire for elementary education. Perhaps this is because I watched my mother as an early elementary teacher for all of my youth. It made her the happiest person in the world, it also put her in the hospital on more than one occasion with stress and unrest due to school. After watching all of what had occurred with my mother's teaching career I can not in good conscience say that elementary education. There has already been too great of a sour taste in my mouth for dealing with another person's child and their lack of decency. 

Thanks for taking the time to read this and hopefully take something away from it. Whoever actually reads this should definitely take the Typology test for themselves and let me know what their results are! Thanks again!

I'm Just Here For the Fame

A new day has come. The day of Mikey attempting to blog. There have been a lot of things that led up to this, just try not to ask what they are. I can't remember all of them. All that you need to know is that this is most likely the first of many posts that will be somehow finding their way to you. Yes you! Go ahead feel lucky, you are lucky. Honestly I sat down, well laid down at my computer to attempt my homework this past Sunday and I saw something that I nearly couldn't believe or accept. My professor wanted us to make a blog. At first I thought "No, this will end badly for me"; then I thought "Well there's worse that we could be having to do...", this late at night I just hope that my boss doesn't get a hold of the link to this. As this week continues to go by I will adjust things on the blog as I learn about it. I'm not that big into fancy computers unless they have a scan tool and a lab scope on them. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I am a full time automotive technician as well as a part time student, and I am working on saving enough money to get out of debt and pick my Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and boxing careers back up. Most of my posts will either be rants during the middle of the day when I can find free time or at night mainly for assignments. I believe that I have rambled on long enough for now; but never fear, I can rant and ramble for hours. I have a hard time believing that anyone will actually take the time out of their day to read what they already ran away from me saying in person but if they do, well... you are a brave soul and I commend you. I apologize in advance for the possibly inappropriateness and offensiveness at times. I try to be as considerate and conscious of people as I can but sometimes you just have to let it out. Well thanks for reading if you actually did and I'll be back at some point!