After an evening searching for information about solar power, i accidentaly found myself reading about The Rolling Stones and U2's tax shelters. Since i was contemplaing the tax benifits i would be receiving myself, it seemed relevant.
The process of buying a home is frustrating to say the least. when you're 18 years old, and that dude offers you a t-shirt that'll put off laundry for at least a week, you don't think about the road you're heading down, how difficult it'll be to make monthly payments and how hard it'll be to get a home loan with jacked credit. You just think, 'sweet, free shirt'. then, 4 weeks later (after you've ruined/lost/cleaned with the shirt) the shiny new card comes in the mail. You're broke, know you'll make that much money in the summer to pay it off and max that bad boy out on mcdonalds, music and other non-equity generating endavors. (if this didn't happen to you, retense for 'I' and use your imagination). Thank god i didn't have to put all of college on credit.
I keep forgetting to take my blood pressure medication. that's right, i'm 25 years old and on BP meds. i'm sure quitting smoking, adopting a diet that dosen't make 'Super Size Me' look healthy and occasionly engaging in some kind of aerobic work out might help, but my doctor says it's genetic and i just need the meds. hmmm.... i hate to second guess professionals....
I watched Borat the other night, it's painfull to watch but great commentary on the american people. While Kazakhstan may find his characterizations offensive, he may be right about Uzbeks.
The Blogger interface is way more enjoyable than i had thought it would be. coming back to a pure blog from a 'social networking' (read: self promoting) site is nice. I'm also relatively sure no one will accidentally find this one. friggn' insomnia is getting to be a bit much this week, i'm sure my doctor will hook me up with some sweet lunestra. sleep driving, here i come!