It’s been a while since my last update–I apologize–life has a way of getting in the way. I’m in my second quarter of school studying math and writing, doing well so far. My dad is recovering from three heart attacks, a quadruple bypass, and a blood clot–the man’s always lived on the edge. My mother fell, and thought she fractured the leg she just had cancer removed from, but blind luck saved her–not from the searing pain, but it could have been worse.
If you haven’t voted yet, please get out and make a difference. You have the power to change the course of history, and all you need to do is fill out a sheet of paper. Oregonians, you have no excuses. I don’t know about all the other states, but I know we get to mail our ballots in. It’s already a shame Colorado legalized marijuana before us super-liberals, so let’s get our parks fixed, our food labeled, and light this city up. Vote.
I’m working on a paper for my writing class, and it’s forced me to do some of the most depressing research I’ve ever done. I read a study about climate change and forced migration, and I just wanted to cry. I few of you might have read my proposal, but for those that missed it, my next paper is about the toxic combination of overpopulation and climate change–I might as well write a paper on the fucking end of the world. I started writing this update just to vent about my paper, and now that I’ve started I don’t even want to talk about it. How the hell are we supposed to change the entire planet in the span of one lifetime when we’re still slaughtering each other like cattle over color and ideology?
As most of you know, I stack fruit at a popular NW grocery store for paycheck that barely makes it through half the week. About five months ago new management took over my store and there have been huge hour cuts, and two people have suffered from formaldehyde poisoning. We’re a union store and next year all of our contracts expire, which means it’s time to bargain for new ones–I’m going to try to weasel my way into the bargaining committee, and fight for contracts that work in the employee’s favor instead of the employer’s. It’s going to mean long nights, no vacation, and time off school–for people who either don’t care, or who insist the union is useless.
Now that everyone’s thoroughly depressed, how about some good stats. I recently published my 1000th post, my blog is getting daily views I could have only dreamed of two years ago, and I’m well on my way to 20,000 views. Between my two main blogs I have about 700 followers. I look forward to another great year of writing, and hearing from you. Thank you so much for reading, and wish me luck for the year ahead. I feel like I have a lot on my plate, but I think I’ll survive if I just keep writing.