Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Bulgaria

Here we are. Bulgaria.

It's fun and we're good.

Does this automatically show up on facebook? I don't remember if I've linked this to facebook yet or not, and facebook won't let me log onto my account 'cause it thinks I'm a hacker from a different country or something.

Let me know if you read this on facebook! I can still read email notifications I get from facebook.

-Andrew R. M. Hanson

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Sporadic Thought Patterns of the Human Head

Hi, my blogging friends out there. I haven't written an entry for quite some amount of indiscernible, save for glancing at the one previous this particular post to ascertain the exact date and time it was published, time. I don't know if that made sense grammatically.

A week ago I was assisting with Kids Church, which happens every Friday night at Grace Christian Church, and it lifted my spirits. After a day full of stressfulness and preoccupations, being around all the good and bad children was lovely.

I don't always have something to write. This is one time that I don't have anything interesting. My mind is pulled by many objects of passion that capture its focus and stretch that into confusing bunny trails.

I'm like a fox on the hunt. Yes. Hunting for the answers to questions and the resolutions to situations. Hunting for singular thinking patterns and truth. Hunting, hunting, hunting and never finding satisfaction enough to curve my hunger for more than a moment. The brain doesn't stop revolving, always firing off the next round to kill the prey.

That's what it does, too. When I realize a truth, answer or resolution, it quickly becomes common knowledge in my head and bores me, so I kill it. Is it to be this way in everything my hands find to do?

However, music is always fun. I haven't played music for almost a week now! That must be because I'm in the musical, "Oklahoma!" Yep. I'm singing, just not playing.

As I was saying, I'm getting to be an old man. I'll be 24 in 7 months. Just countin' down the days. Dang. Can't I just skip to 40? 50 maybe? I suppose those days won't be quite as grand as I imagine them. I used to imagine that when I turned 20 I'd be married and have a family in a log cabin or something along those lines. I don't really want a log cabin anymore. I'm torn between a loft apartment and a road home. Hmmm...

Can rock n' roll satisfy the human soul?

And with that, the mind-speak ends.

-Andrew R. M. Hanson