i realize i never use this anymore

It's true, I do. But for some reason, this irrational part of me refuses to just not have an internet blog. I say I'll use it and blog more with no vigor. It's a complete lie. But I do, however, like to spontaneously have it updated in bursts of days followed by long periods of silence. It makes me feel as if I'm paying for it for a reason.

Here is my life, lately:

- I got a job as a runaway and homeless youth counselor. It's a non-profit job and the federal grant it operates on is up for re-evaluation in October for another three-year funding grant, so I may not have a job then if it doesn't get renewed. However, I feel as if this is the job that God has chosen for me and I'm trying not to stress about it. I'm failing really bad at it, but I'm trying at least.

- I'm working in the surrounding rural farm communities of Lubbock, TX. This consists of three counties that probably have more cows than people in them, but I love it. The town my office is located in has 13,000 people and is thirty minutes away from the city of 270,000 I live in and I actually love the commute and lack of people.

- My office is in the back of a tanning salon/travel agency. No, really. It is. There are only two counselors assigned to this entire region of Texas (including me) and this random hybrid business was nice enough to rent out a decently sized spare room they had in the back. It's pretty awesome.

- I drive a loooooot.

- Most of my job is runaway prevention and mentoring, versus actually working with runaway and homeless youth; it's kinda nice to try to stop something rather than do damage control for a change.

- I have to teach drug awareness/truancy, dating violence, and court-mandated parenting classes in the fall. I believe I'm woefully unqualified to teach a parenting class, but hey, whatever.

- I feel old, as kids are now currently teaching me about Lady Gaga, Jersey Shore, The Hills, Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Katy Perry, and Ed Hardy. All I have to say is - WTF? Seriously?

- I really wonder where shows like Daria and bands like Hole went (her new album sounds like a drunk chain-smoking meth-head trying to sing karaoke, and I'm sadly probably not too far off with that assessment).

- I've come to the realization that I'm really really glad I'm popular culture oblivious.

That is all. For now. I have to actually get to work.