So anyways, life is alright I guess. Looking to move still. I don't know where, but it'll be a 1 bedroom for $650 or less. I hate moving, but we can't continue to pay for a 2 bedroom.I hate moving. Did I mention that I hate moving? Heh.

In other news, work has been alright too. Not too much notable. Though I never write about it. I guess I should. Basically, I work with English Second Language adults. They are primarily Hmong. They are really polite people. It reminds me about how lame we Americans are. We're very rude people. Atleast us Americans are. I think sometimes I'm rude too. I don't feel any connection with my fellow citizens. Hell, I'm not even that connected with my family. (but that's another story for another time)

So anyways, the job is enjoyable. I like to know what I do makes some sort of difference. Atleast for most of the students. There is this one, I'll call her M.M., she doesn't learn very easily. Though I try not to give up on her, despite the fact it takes 4 to 5 times longer to teach her than the other students. Other than that, its not as bad as what Casandra deals with. She got this one student who is too advanced for the class but still shows up. SO this student gets bored in class, rolls her eyes and critiques Casandra. Those kinds of things mess up the teaching mojo. Ok, I think I'm rambling.

A couple of days ago, I talked to Alex *my friend* about death. He's ok with it. He wonders how many people would be regretful at his funeral if he were to die. You know, everyone always regrets not spending enough time with you and all that. What I wonder about, is what is going to happen to me. Will I go into nothingness? Will I end up in hell? Will I somehow go to heaven? Will I be in some odd afterlife where I wonder the Earth? I worry most about nothingness. He thinks its funny because I'll never know I'm in nothingness. Its true, but the concept frightens me. It means that my life was utterly meaningless. And I do worry about it. While I believe in God, I'm not sure what our purpose is. What if were some experiment? While I'd like to really really believe in christianity, I just can't bring myself to believe that I just happened to stumble on the "right" religion while the majority of the world is delusional.

Ok, there I go again with that. My fingers are tired so I'll end there.