These are brilliant. I wish commercials like this could air in the US. Oh well, thank god for the internet.
Get tested and be smart.
-Aaron
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The Big Announcement...
As some of you may now know, my life is in the midst of a major upheaval. I recently moved to Tampa, Florida from Flint, Michigan, and now I've found myself in a situation where I am again on the verge of a major change. Due to various reasons a) the pay in Florida is awful and b) my brother/roommate is getting married, I am packing my bags, leaving the east coast entirely, and moving out to Los Angeles, California.
When I was first introduced to the idea of making such a big move, I had no idea AT ALL how it was going to happen. But I soon discovered that this must be what fate has in store for me, because everything seems to be falling in place. The money for my trip out there... which was my biggest concern, is falling into my hands... even though it shouldn't be. Everyday, it seems, I hear someone or something make reference to LA or California in bizarre ways... to the point where I feel as though God is beating me over the head with a baseball bat so I'll get the hint. I can be quite dense... just ask my friend Kristina.
I have wanted to move to Los Angeles ever since I was a little kid. It's where movies are made, it's warm, it's where dreams are both fulfilled and destroyed, but most of all, it's where my friends are. I need my friends. I have great friends in Michigan and I've started to make great friends here in Florida, but there is something special about the particular friends who live out in California. I can't explain it. But a few of them share a unique bond with me. A kind of bond that only certain people ever experience in their lives. Part of that had something to do with the unique experience that happens at Oral Roberts University, and part of it has to do with the hundreds of late night drinks in quiet bars talking about our hopes and dreams and our futures that we'd spend together in Los Angeles. And now those dreams are a reality. Finally.
Again, I can attribute my situation to the fact that my life is full of odd twists and turns. I mean, when people talk about wanting to move to LA, just the decision to go is, in most cases, life altering. People will save money for years, sacrifice every luxury thinkable, just so they can afford to live in LA for a few months and hopefully get "discovered" before they have to get a real job. Now here I am, forced into a situation where (even though my financial situation is no where near ideal) my best option is to move to LA.
When I was still living in Michigan, I felt as though I was sitting on a park bench, watching life pass me by. I would see people come into my life, and then leave, off to do bigger and better things. When I moved to Florida, I got off the bench. I was trying to find my way, but I was wandering, not knowing which direction to go. And now... I have a path. For the first time in years, I feel I have a direction and a purpose again.
So at the end of May, I will be off on my next Mis-Adventure. I'll keep writing, and hopefully you'll keep reading... and you'll tell ten friends about my blog. I think the biggest lesson I've learned in the past twelve or so months, is that it's not going to just happen... I have to make it happen. My problem is that I get stubborn and comfy and I don't want to stir the pot. It's time for me to stir the fucking pot.
-Aaron
When I was first introduced to the idea of making such a big move, I had no idea AT ALL how it was going to happen. But I soon discovered that this must be what fate has in store for me, because everything seems to be falling in place. The money for my trip out there... which was my biggest concern, is falling into my hands... even though it shouldn't be. Everyday, it seems, I hear someone or something make reference to LA or California in bizarre ways... to the point where I feel as though God is beating me over the head with a baseball bat so I'll get the hint. I can be quite dense... just ask my friend Kristina.
I have wanted to move to Los Angeles ever since I was a little kid. It's where movies are made, it's warm, it's where dreams are both fulfilled and destroyed, but most of all, it's where my friends are. I need my friends. I have great friends in Michigan and I've started to make great friends here in Florida, but there is something special about the particular friends who live out in California. I can't explain it. But a few of them share a unique bond with me. A kind of bond that only certain people ever experience in their lives. Part of that had something to do with the unique experience that happens at Oral Roberts University, and part of it has to do with the hundreds of late night drinks in quiet bars talking about our hopes and dreams and our futures that we'd spend together in Los Angeles. And now those dreams are a reality. Finally.
Again, I can attribute my situation to the fact that my life is full of odd twists and turns. I mean, when people talk about wanting to move to LA, just the decision to go is, in most cases, life altering. People will save money for years, sacrifice every luxury thinkable, just so they can afford to live in LA for a few months and hopefully get "discovered" before they have to get a real job. Now here I am, forced into a situation where (even though my financial situation is no where near ideal) my best option is to move to LA.
When I was still living in Michigan, I felt as though I was sitting on a park bench, watching life pass me by. I would see people come into my life, and then leave, off to do bigger and better things. When I moved to Florida, I got off the bench. I was trying to find my way, but I was wandering, not knowing which direction to go. And now... I have a path. For the first time in years, I feel I have a direction and a purpose again.
So at the end of May, I will be off on my next Mis-Adventure. I'll keep writing, and hopefully you'll keep reading... and you'll tell ten friends about my blog. I think the biggest lesson I've learned in the past twelve or so months, is that it's not going to just happen... I have to make it happen. My problem is that I get stubborn and comfy and I don't want to stir the pot. It's time for me to stir the fucking pot.
-Aaron
Saturday, April 26, 2008
This is precious...
This is just fantastic.
"Remember to RET her into your heart..." Haha.
Too cute. Seriously.
"Remember to RET her into your heart..." Haha.
Too cute. Seriously.
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