I’ve been bitten by the lazy-bug that happens every year around this time. I don’t want to do anything, and I sit at home with nothing to do. I’ve got video games to play, stories to write, and things like that that I enjoy doing normally.

Right now, I don’t want to do them though. This feeling of ill content gets worse every year. I pray that next year I’ll be somewhere different other than this town. Now don’t get me wrong, Bemidji is a pretty good place, but its killing me. I need something different after 23 years in this place.

I want to go places, take part in adventures, I want to make enough money to pay off student loans, I want to publish a book. I want to do something important, and I want someone to do it with.

None of those things can happen in Bemidji it seems.

Once August rolls around we’ll see how the nationwide Greyhound bus trip helps. Perhaps I will run into something interesting then.

On the plus side, Bemidji has allowed me to check off some of the more interesting things on my list of things to do:

Go to College (check)
Find out what to do with my life (check)
Find a talent (check)
Start and Run A business (check)

Of course, then there’s the myriad things that will NEVER happen in Bemidji:
Find that special someone
Write and publish a book
travel
Find a good paying job
pay off student loans
attain some form of dictatorial power so I can leverage that into a direct advantage for myself
save the environment
acheive complete and total nirvana

Yeah. So that’s this summer’s project.

Right now, its 8:30, I’m a little sleepy, and I do believe I’ll be going to sleep. That’s how much this laziness is hitting me. I’m tired so I’ll go to sleep, even with a modicum of homework to do. Big whoop. I don’t want to do it, and I’m not going to until tomorrow.

I need to get out of this damned town.