Confessions from the Killer Mime Cult

I've let most of my friends know of the existence of this blog. So, I guess I have an audience now for my ramblings. Comforting, and frightening. Comforting, because alot of different people have expressed concern over how I feel and such. But frightening, because I don't want to censor myself. But anyway, I started to write here to express this desire I've been feeling lately. I want to find a place, where I can pray and grow vegetables. And it should have a bell. I know that's strange. But I think a bell is a very spiritual thing. A call to prayer. I felt that way at Camp Towhee, although it was a very secular place, there's a very powerful spirit there. Like it exists to serve others. The bell is a call to prayer, a call to service. I just want to write about God, how to come to God, and put my writing into practice. But I'm scared. I'm scared to abandon this life, this working, this trying to claw out an existence, to save money, for what? I wonder how long it will take me to realize that this is probably my best course for my life. Probably another couple of years of wondering like a nomad.
In other news, Judit seems to reciprocate my interest, but hasn't promised anything, which is good. Cheryl wrote to me. I've left so many friends abandoned on the side of the road. A horrible trait, I know. I have a date, I think. I think, because she is this beautiful Korean woman, who doesn't speak much English. I have to call her and figure out wether she understood me or not. It's friday, and that means I must go out drinking. I need to relax is my meaning. Let you know how it goes.