Money, It's a Crime.
Last week's silence was dedicated to all the students who returned to school this fall. In the spirit of students giving up their lazy summer afternoons in trade for homework at the annex, cruddy lunch, and boring internships. For all you poor folks giving up your lazy days, don't worry, I was lazy enough for EVERYONE last week.
But with the coming of another school year, I can't help but wonder when, or even if, I will return to the academic field to gain a deeper education that may, or may not, help me in the whole scheme of things. I've already all but nixed the idea of school next year, and honestly even the year after that is a bit fuzzy. But to be fair, I really have no clue where or what I'll be doing by 2009, whereas I have a broad idea about my where and what of 2008, so anything could happen.
I'm actually getting really sick of that; trying to look into my future only to see a bunch of fog if I go anywhere past several months. I want some sort of semblance of consistency. I want to wake up in a place where I think I'll be there past the one year lease I sign, going to a job that I don't have to think "When am I going to start looking for a new job?". I've just reached the age where supposedly it's all downhill from here, which means I need to find a hole and settle in. I believe when this happens, I'll finally gain a better financial structure, which is completely crushing me right now.
Not that I have a lot to complain about right now. The job is fine for at least a couple more months, and the social life is thriving. The present is not what I'm complaining about, it's the future. It'll be nice to actually be settled. But don't get me wrong, I'm not turning into a stiff adult, not by a long shot. I may be more responsible, but I have not grown up. Borrowing the words to a 2 Skinnee J's song:
"I have hardly grown up since you met me
I might never grow up if you let me
And if I had to do it all over, well I'd do it again
I'd go running right back to all the trouble I'm in
Because, I have hardly grown up since you met me."
I was just about to say that life would be a whole lot better without this whole money thing. But then there would be no rhyme or reason to capitalism. Hell, there would be no capitalism, which may not immediately sound like a bad thing. But I guarantee there would be just as big of problems in a world with no money than this world with money.
The solution? Win the Powerball.
That one Indiana motherfucker won the huge 6 figure jackpot awhile ago. I should've bought a ticket. Then I would get to decide what to do with $300 million.
You know what I would do if I did end up with that winning lotto ticket? First, I would take the lump sum, which, sure, would knock it down to 150 mil. But that's still an absolute insane amount of money, much more than any one person could ever possibly need. Like everyone on this planet, there would first be a couple personal wrongs that I would have to right, which would come in the form of a new happening pad, a new guitar or two, and a couple other toys. But I honestly would not go hogwild. In fact, I would donate a couple mil to the Save the Music foundation that VH1 has going as that's probably the charity I'm most likely to give to as it obviously reaches me on a close level. And then? I would give a million dollars to every member of the in-stocks and backroom team at Target, just so we can all quit at the same time and absolutely, royally screw over the entire store. Man, to see the look on the execs' faces when we all would just go "Sup. We quit", and walk out. Seriously, in-stocks and backroom are completely taken for advantage in that entire store. So fuck off. What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, if I had a lot of money. I would buy a monkey. Actually, I would buy two. And then hand them both knives. And watch the fun take off. Oh yeah, and of course...
...Pay off those goddamn people at VSAC so I can go back to school and get out of the goddamn quagmire I'm in which was the basis of this entire post.
An alternate solution is to become a rock star. .... Yeah... A rock star.
In other news, Drunk Neal is my new best friend.
But with the coming of another school year, I can't help but wonder when, or even if, I will return to the academic field to gain a deeper education that may, or may not, help me in the whole scheme of things. I've already all but nixed the idea of school next year, and honestly even the year after that is a bit fuzzy. But to be fair, I really have no clue where or what I'll be doing by 2009, whereas I have a broad idea about my where and what of 2008, so anything could happen.
I'm actually getting really sick of that; trying to look into my future only to see a bunch of fog if I go anywhere past several months. I want some sort of semblance of consistency. I want to wake up in a place where I think I'll be there past the one year lease I sign, going to a job that I don't have to think "When am I going to start looking for a new job?". I've just reached the age where supposedly it's all downhill from here, which means I need to find a hole and settle in. I believe when this happens, I'll finally gain a better financial structure, which is completely crushing me right now.
Not that I have a lot to complain about right now. The job is fine for at least a couple more months, and the social life is thriving. The present is not what I'm complaining about, it's the future. It'll be nice to actually be settled. But don't get me wrong, I'm not turning into a stiff adult, not by a long shot. I may be more responsible, but I have not grown up. Borrowing the words to a 2 Skinnee J's song:
"I have hardly grown up since you met me
I might never grow up if you let me
And if I had to do it all over, well I'd do it again
I'd go running right back to all the trouble I'm in
Because, I have hardly grown up since you met me."
I was just about to say that life would be a whole lot better without this whole money thing. But then there would be no rhyme or reason to capitalism. Hell, there would be no capitalism, which may not immediately sound like a bad thing. But I guarantee there would be just as big of problems in a world with no money than this world with money.
The solution? Win the Powerball.
That one Indiana motherfucker won the huge 6 figure jackpot awhile ago. I should've bought a ticket. Then I would get to decide what to do with $300 million.
You know what I would do if I did end up with that winning lotto ticket? First, I would take the lump sum, which, sure, would knock it down to 150 mil. But that's still an absolute insane amount of money, much more than any one person could ever possibly need. Like everyone on this planet, there would first be a couple personal wrongs that I would have to right, which would come in the form of a new happening pad, a new guitar or two, and a couple other toys. But I honestly would not go hogwild. In fact, I would donate a couple mil to the Save the Music foundation that VH1 has going as that's probably the charity I'm most likely to give to as it obviously reaches me on a close level. And then? I would give a million dollars to every member of the in-stocks and backroom team at Target, just so we can all quit at the same time and absolutely, royally screw over the entire store. Man, to see the look on the execs' faces when we all would just go "Sup. We quit", and walk out. Seriously, in-stocks and backroom are completely taken for advantage in that entire store. So fuck off. What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, if I had a lot of money. I would buy a monkey. Actually, I would buy two. And then hand them both knives. And watch the fun take off. Oh yeah, and of course...
...Pay off those goddamn people at VSAC so I can go back to school and get out of the goddamn quagmire I'm in which was the basis of this entire post.
An alternate solution is to become a rock star. .... Yeah... A rock star.
In other news, Drunk Neal is my new best friend.