Oh man, MySpace.  I can't stay away from you.  All these people, so close yet so far away.  These are strange times for me.  I lost my job.  That's a good way to put it.  I am without a job right now and honestly I am pretty happy about that.  I'm going to start subbing soon and then try to make ends meet during the summer.  The grand plan is to sub and do the record label thing with Phil on the off days.  It's a good plan. 

But back to the Time Warp...  My mom was tired of moving around all my boxes of crap I've collected over the years so she finally broke down and sent me SIX of them.  Opening each one was like opening a small time capsule, the nostalgia in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.  Yearbooks, notes, pictures, programs, ticket stubs, more pictures, cards, journals.  I probably thought of each and every person who is reading this right now.  From the Carlsbad days to SFC to TP to Biola to CCCB and back again.  All of you crazy folks who left some kind of imprint on my life. 

Moving around so much has been a blessing and a curse.  I have way more friends and aquaintances than the average bear.  The curse is that most of them are are like ghosts now.  No offense or anything.  That's why I'm trying to stay in one place now.  No matter how great the temptation.  I'm pretty tired of that life.  It was good for awhile, but I just end up missing to many damn people.  But yeah, I've been in the same place for over two years now.  And here you will find me.