Today I waited for a half an hour to get my photo taken and the paper work filled out to receive a new passport. The majority of the time I was waiting I found myself starting up at the cube descended from the ceiling trying to decide if I would get in trouble for bringing in a still camera to take a photo of it. Needless to say, the fact that I left my camera stuff at school didn’t come to mind as I was distracted by the lines and the way they worked their way across the room and how the cube seemed to just be there- from out of no where.
The passport photo turned out pretty well, happy I thought to put on a collar shirt since I’ll have this passport for the next ten years of my life. I would have felt some what stupid wearing some tacky skiing tee-shirt every time I go through customs for the next decade of my life, of which I’ve almost endured two.
Being that my birthday is only slightly more then two months off, it’s weird to think that I’ve now been alive, seemingly, about one third of my life. I hope to live to be eighty but to be fair the number sixty seems reasonable. Plus if I live much past six I duno how long I’ll be able to find things to do (eh, I know God will have some reason for keeping me around). I’m also really looking forward to the summer, actually more then any other summer that I can remember. I’ll write more about that later though.
Take care and God Bless,
~paul