Tales of a Secret Rockstar

This is one of those posts where I say something like, "It's been so long since I've posted here." Then I make an apology to my legions of faithful readers, which is really egocentric, since I don't really have any faithful readers. I love it.
So sorry to my legions of fans for disappointing you. I know you've all been crying in your sleep because of the lack of posts on this blog. If you didn't notice I'm trying to turn into nerdy narcissistic blog man. I think he's the same super blog man of a previous post.

Anyways, My life is rather dull and repetitive, so to shake things up I took a trip to Nova Scotia to visit my friend Luke. It was fun. I played music, met many people, and even drank some beer, which I never do. Beer is gross. People are good. Music is sweet-awesome.

And now I return to reality. My car broke the night I got home. I want to fix it but I have no way of getting the parts. I'm having health problems and the doctor's office is closed until the 16th for some reason. Which also happens to be my birthday. I still work a dull job for minimal pay. All my friends are in Abbotsford, a half hour drive away.

I'm in one of those places in life where it's hard for me to believe that I'm even remotely doing what God wants me to do. I feel like I could so easily be trapped here. The problem is, I don't know what direction I want to go. I'm not quite sure I want to choose some kind of career path at this point. So here I sit in this weird transition point, feeling like I'm supposed to be doing something else, but having no idea what that something else is. And I have to believe that God is involved in all this, but I'm really not sure how. I hate it.

I'm really bored. And pretty lonely.
That doesn't help me have any ambition.