Farsong Blog-o-Matic - This hat brought to you by up-date.

*Well, that's why this one wasn't anywhere. I hadn't posted it yet. Languishing on my desktop since yesterday afternoon.*
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It's come to my attention that, while I've planned things out and have been experiencing things in my own head, I have not fashioned a proper summary of plans. Specifically, plans have been laid out in my head, but nowhere else.

Then, from the top:

I have been at home, living with my parents and younger brother in Spokane since august 18^th, and will be at home through the end of this semester.

Though some of the reasons for staying at home are personal, I don't mind discussing them with people in real life--just not over the blogs on the interwubs. What I don't mind sharing is that this break has been to plot the course I'm headed in through and past school. I'm fortunate enough to have taken this break when it's still somewhat easy to change course.

Ergo: the path as it now stands is to transfer to Eastern Washington University, which I am in the process of, and to major in something involving computers that I can do as a career. This makes more sense than being an English major for finding a job. Also, Eastern is cheaper than PLU as well, and has a decent Computer Science program.

Certainly, I could make a go of doing things on my own, but I know how hard that is. I'd need something I can do to support myself while I work on writings and drawings and photography--and the best way to do that seems to involve having a job I like. Besides, I tinker with the hardware and software already--why not make a job of that?

Eventually, I'm going to move out of Spokane. I don't know where, but the top-five includes Bellingham, Portland, Berlin, and San Francisco. And maybe somewhere in English-speaking Europe.

Back to the present: I've been working on getting a job. For the first two weeks after camp, I did nothing. Then I went to Bellingham with a high school friend to see two other mutual high school friends. Then there was little done. Then I took a bus to PLU to see people I knew. Two weeks later, I wrote an article about going there and seeing the refurbished UC. Then I helped out with my church's Middle-schooler's Lock-in movie-fun-night and didn't sleep. The next day I realized that I had missed 24 hour comic day (not that I couldn't do a 24 hour comic any old day, if I had the proper motivation). I've also punched the job-search into second gear.

To-day I went down to my old High School to properly investigate getting transcripts sent to EWU (which was done for free)--this is because I know PLU didn't accept about half of my AP credits. While there I ran into Mr. Woodard, as well as Zach Wymore (little brother of Cody) and Mark Hay (with whom I had interesting chats on the city bus, my senior year), whom I haven't seen in years. Sarcastically, Mark said that “it'll be another three years until I see you again.” Zach apparently hat sein iPod verlassen, which is never good. Wir dachtet das, dass es verstolen wurdet, weil er es in Französich Unterich verlassen hatte.

It was bizarre going back there. It feels smallish to me, now. The highschoolers seem so naïve and superficial. While I was there, there was a photography class roaming the halls; I was sorely tempted to tell them to stop taking pictures through the leafless trees and take close-up shots of people's faces. Or at least to move around a little more. Tromp through the bushes. Climb on things. Take a picture from a new view. That's the only way good pictures happen. Ever.

This evening, I went to reclaim my hat. I left it in my friend Alex's car after our trip to Bellingham. We sat and had drinks and chatted about classes for a while. He's at Eastern, so it was rather relevant.