released from the shackles

Heh, something strange happened yesterday. After talking to my father, he told me it was okay not to go to college anymore.

Not that I'm not going to keep pursuing education. I love school.

However, his message was that... well, I know how to live cheap (I can live well off of $600/month, which is doing fantastic when living in a rich district), I don't have anyone but myself to provide for, and I already have an associates.

I feel like I can finally go any direction I want to now. I also feel as though I'm alone, but in that free sort of way. My best guess is the feeling one would get being without gravity. It's very liberating, very cool.

It's strange, because I've been free for a very long time. I just never felt free...

In my head, though, I am on a mission, and nobody will stop me.

My friend Jeremiah went off to Iraq 2 days ago. Twas very sad. However, I have made plans with him when he gets back. when he and my friend get back, the three of us are going on a motorcycle trip across the US. I'm trying to decide whether I should fashion the trip to be like the movie Akira (have swords and start cutting rival biker gangs) or like Robert Pirsig (have some sort of memory). Heh, I'm just kidding. I'm doing the motorcycle thing for my own reasons -- to bond with my old friends, reorient my life (like a tune-up, everybody needs to reorient and adjust their life occasionally), maybe learn something new, hopefully have a good time. We'll see.

Jeremiah is going to sell me his cycle for $2500 next year. It's a nice starter cycle that has been sold from soldier to soldier. A soldier's motorcycle.

I'm going to get the money together and buy it.