#hamaroundtheworld

Ham asked for a long tumblr. Here it goes.

I miss you brother. I miss the car rides out pike road and beers at the tipping point. Miss it a lot.

Enough with the nostalgia Here you go

There are a lot of times in my life that I can look back and see my personal demons breaking through my carefully constructed semblance of sanity, only to be broken apart by answered prayer or the company of someone who will share my burdens. Its been a tough row to how living here in brewton. There are few people that are my age that share my interests. I'm older than the new freshmen and the few friends that I made while I attended are busy. The last weekend I was with Abby, the thought of a wonderful weekend with her crashing into the stark realization of the job and the almost overbearing loneliness that accompanies sitting in a dark room playing xbox and on my shiny new computer, was too much for me to handle. I broke down, and cried myself to sleep.

This week was fucking perfect though. Monday was a bitch getting up at 5 and leaving my lady, but work kept me busy and kept my mind off of it. Tuesday I didn't have to be in till 10, I got to go out with the camera and caught up with a few old friends, had lunch with them and ended the day early. Wednesday I got to start up our student news again, it was a welcome break from fixing printers, and HOLY SHIT I'm going to be the faculty sponsor for the College gaming club and I'm so fucking stoked. Today I was busy and I feel like I ended the week well. 

I hate saying the 'Christian' mantra "It was an answer to prayer" because it is overused and trivializes things to a great degree, but damn son God reminded me that he still gives a shit about me.

Abby, because I know you will read this, I love you and I'm proud of you sticking with Med School even though its already getting tough. It's pretty scary to me.

Jae, in case you read this, I miss you brother, we need to find a new xbox game to play together. I miss the minecraft and the borderlands.

Loftin, do you even get on Tumblr? I need to call you more, I need to make more time to just sit down and chat with you. I miss you brother.

Collier, sorry about not being able to visit this month, speeding tickets are a bitch. I can't wait to come see your apt and come take the official Collier Neeley tour of the history of Atlanta.

Geo, because I know you tumblr all the time, I haven't been on here in forever because the internet is so sucky, I feel as if I have lost a friend. I hope things are going well up in the great white narth.

Now that the personal anecdotes are done, I feel like the post isn't long enough so I'm going to keep going.

Money just sucks ass, I hate it because I don't quite have a handle on it. Jae if you have any financial advice please insert it here. I would like to save some money so that I can be much more financially stable than I am. I'll need to buy a house, a car, a ring (one day OMG GUYS QUIT FREAKING OUT I SAID ONE DAY), all kinds of stuff.

Hmmm...If I were in moldova right now, I would like to say a few things to hams team. Mainly because I like kicking ass and taking names sometimes. 

1. Empathy and Understanding are things that many people take for granted. Take what Ham says with a grain of salt and you'll learn a ton of shit.

2. Healthy people don't need doctors.

and 3. YOU KNOW WHY

I have recently found a band named Twenty One Pilots, and I have to say that I have never ever had the feeling that I feel when I listen to their music. There have been several bands in the past that I have had mixed feelings about, or didn't really know if I liked or hated their music, but holy shit 21 pilots i love and hate. The choruses and bridges are amazing, well constructed and have that "sing at the top of my lungs quality to them" but what the hell happened to the rest of the songs? Idk, someone shed some light on the situation.

Thats about all I can think to ramble on about. I am going to end this post with a poem that I found browsing the interwebs. It is entitled "Invictus" and it is by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

and yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll

I am the master of my fate