Hippie Rich Kid

last night, i discovered podcasts. even better, they're free. i know, im way behind in the world of technology. nevertheless, im pumped. its like continual talk radio, but only on the things i want to hear.

im a little embarassed to admit it, but it makes feel a little bit cooler. kind of like i should be wearing thick, black-rimmed glasses drinking a non-fat latte and carrying a MacBook. granted, i'd kill to be carrying a MacBook (and drinking a latte while wearing black glasses) - but i'm not.

i secretly have an obsession with wanting to be a hippie. i want to live green and care about the environment and have a million bumper stickers on the back of my car. however, that's totally against everything that i am. so - i'll stick with being a politically incorrect conservative who listens to talk radio via podcast downloads on my old-school iPod. thats me.

and me right now is a little scared. i'm not sure about what is going to happen in the not-too-distant future. i have financial obligations that i'm struggling to meet, a sickeningly tight schedule that i must fit in being a full-time student, a full-time employee and a full-time intern. i haven't figured out how to possibly do that, but i'm hoping it will all come together.

i was thinking in the car today what i'd do if i won the lottery. i wouldnt give it to charity (well, maybe the city mission.) would it change me? abso-frickin-lutely! id be debt free and so would my family! if that isn't enough to change a person, i'm not sure what is! i thought about all the things i would buy and the kind of house i would build. it was an exciting few minutes. then i came back to reality and threw up a little in my mouth.