Growing

Nothing in my life seems worthwhile to write about these days. Not that there ever has been something amazing to write about but there seems to always be something sort of funny to write about. Maybe I am not in the mood to think that my life is funny or maybe I don't find the stupid things in my life funny anymore.

I could have written about my living conditions, but currently I am mostly annoyed with it so I just become annoyed with it when I think about it. Such things I could have mentioned are not having air conditioning in my home, my front door of my house not closing, having a car that has no air conditioning, my landlord who calls me all the time, having a car that has paint falling off of it, having dirty dishes filling up the kitchen that are not mine, having a house that has no microwave, and other random boring stuff that you probably the only other person who reads this crap that I write hardly even cares about this stuff.

I also could write about how I am confused about what to do with my life. Do I move to SLC and start my life over there, or do I find a place to live in Provo? Moving to SLC would be a good change but then I would have to quit my three jobs I have and have to start all over again (Flying J, Western Watts, and gardening work). I also am interested in some people in my ward and moving would put a damper on all of that. SLC has more jobs there and it would be nice to be where jobs are at compared to where there are not 40 billion UVSC and BYU students willing to work for minimum wage where in other cities they are decent jobs. I guess I will decide here soon since I have to move out in 30 days.

I could also write about many other things, but I choose to write about how I took a nap today and woke up and my belt was broken. Yup, I grew fat when I took a nap today. After church I came home to my hot house and fell asleep mostly because the heat knocked me out. I woke up and my belt fell off. The belt broke in the middle and now I have no belt and I will probably forget about it before the next time I have to wear a belt and I will have to go without one.

That is the end of today's boring little insight to Steven's life.