Happy Birthday To Me!

I used to be a little guy, it's true. Thank you, God, for twenty-eight years.

Thank you, Dari, for the birthday tribute!

Dharamsala, Here I Come!

I asked my mom for a one-way ticket to India for my birthday. She said no.

My Name Is Chad, and I'm a Java-holic.

Java Monsters are not habit forming. I should know, I drink two everyday.

(Notice my other vice in the background? Yes, Ed Hardy, you have my heart.)

Death By Reality Television.

Okay, so, I'm not really depressed. I'm actually far from it, but any excuse I have to make a pouty face, I'll take it. I do have a lot on my mind though, and I have not really had a good night's sleep in several days. I'm not complaining as they've been great nights, there's just been no sleeping. I think the exhaustion of going going going, along with the excessive (excessive for me) drinking, has finally caught up with me. But now with a good six hours of sitting, resting, reading, munching, and television watching under my belt, I am ready to go non-stop for another week.

I've decided a few things today, while sitting on my lazy keister. I've decided I know nothing about dating; I don't know how to do it, and it scares the hell out of me. I've decided that unless you are going somewhere fabulous, a week and a half off from work is really unnecessary. I've also decided that I still am not where I belong. I'm not unhappy, but I'm not where I belong. I need to figure out what I'm going to do about it.

I read the first 40 pages of Into the Wild this morning. It made me cry. I want to leave life as I know it sometimes. Actually, I want to disappear a lot of the time. There is this fire of exploration and discovery that burns inside of me, and its embers are red hot inside my soul! I want to see every part of the world and bathe in it's beauty. I want to meet people, and learn from them. I want to be surrounded by the dangers that lurk in the shadows of the most remote locations, and then bask in the serenity of the most picturesque settings. I want no possessions. I want to explore not only the world, but have the freedom, time and space to explore my self. Not myself, but my "self," that innermost part of my being. I am wondering if I should've left when I originally planned on going. I don't regret anything thus far in my life, but I fear that if I never go, that would be the one thing in my life that would make me saddened on my death bed.

On a completely different note, I'd like to use the word "austere" more often.

A Little Ditty, 'Bout Zach and Diana.

Sushi dinner: $35. Two tickets to Pat Benatar: $107. Vodka Redbulls: $40. Having one of the most amazing nights ever: Priceless.

My Cup Runneth Over.

There's a lot I'd like to write about, but I don't have quite enough time today. I suppose I will just give a quick reminder to anybody out there who might be reading my humble blog, that the key to being truly happy, and to continue attracting the blessings that bring happiness, is to practice gratitude. Trust me, this is one thing in life of which I am sure. Three things for which I am grateful for today:

My beautiful sister, and our date to the John Mayer concert on Monday.
Siara. For her friendship and her toothbrush.
And the last thing I'm grateful for, I've just decided to keep to myself, but I will leave you with this:

"Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it's what's in the middle that counts. So, when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will."

My heart feels hope.

A Touch of Crazy.

I'm going to do whatever it takes. Some people should be very afraid.

Wait a Minute, Mister Postman!

I have a pen pal who draws me the best pictures in the world! Thanks, Adilynn. Uncle Chaddy loves you.