Right On Time!
Greetings and salutations, one and all! Unless this is your first time reading this-and possibly even if it is-you will have noticed that I haven't so much as put up up an "I'm still alive" update in more than a month. Well, suffice it to say that I am, in fact, alive. And even though a great many things have happened since you last partook of the parts of my existence that I'm willing to share, it's remarkable how much is still the same. I feel like I'm in the best possible dream, and if I really am then I don't ever want to wake up. I've been caught with this smile on my face that I just can't lose, and I think more than a few people are now certain that I'm crazy. I guess love makes fools of us all. But hey, at least this fool is a happy one.
Speaking of dreams, I managed a few weeks ago to have not one but two! For a person who can measure his annual dream count using only his fingers, this is just incredible... I can't remember ever dreaming two nights in a row. Of course they were bizarre, as dreams always are, but they were both excellent dreams to have had. While I was at the dream record-breaking, I figured I might as well go for another one and dream in first person. Unimpressive to all of you I'm sure, but no one ever said I was normal. My unusually active subconscious and I are liking it.
What amazes me even more about my increase in dream activity is the fact that I'm basically on a school term sleep schedule now. My company got a rejection from DaimlerChrysler two weeks ago... a big one. On a nightmare of a part that I've hated since I first got dragged into involvement with. And with Wico being such a small company, everyone does what they can in a situation like this. So I, a computer science major building databases as an Engineering Co-op, worked a twelve hour day inspecting 2003 Rams in the Silverdome parking lot. The rest of that week and last one were similar, as well. Fifty-three hours of work on twenty-nine hours of sleep is no way to live, but at least the paychecks are nice when you start collecting overtime at 10:00 AM on Thursday.
And what better to do with money than spend it? Melanie's restaurant of choice for her twenty-first birthday celebration was Dave & Buster's; expensive (in the games moreso than the food) but a very good time. I'm really really bad at the games of skill, but Skeeball can sure hold me hostage. Pool was a blast too, can you say 3-0 in favor of Melanie and I versus Yvonne and Miranda? Yeah, I thought so. The only odd thing about it was the fact that I don't think I've ever felt so young before, nor so clearly seen the line between twenty and twenty-one. Not that I would've had anything, but there seemed to be an overabundance of subtle and not-so-subtle reminders that I couldn't. It won't matter in a year anyway, but it's an interesting observation nonetheless.
That about wraps it up for this.... month (let's face it, I'm not exactly the update king), but before I go I'd like to plug probably the most unlikely person I can imagine: myself! Armed with only my voice and a snare, bass, and cymbal stand-three integral parts of the drum set I'm building without ever purchasing a drum-I've enlisted myself in a bona fide garage band. We don't even have a name! Anyway, Kraft is throwing an end-of-work-term party in his basement on September 28 and we'll be playing there. We're gonna suck, but the party will be awesome. Oh, and I'll be using his set so there will actually be more to the music than my meager assembly can offer. Feel free to contact me if you want to know more about it. Until then, enjoy yourselves!
Speaking of dreams, I managed a few weeks ago to have not one but two! For a person who can measure his annual dream count using only his fingers, this is just incredible... I can't remember ever dreaming two nights in a row. Of course they were bizarre, as dreams always are, but they were both excellent dreams to have had. While I was at the dream record-breaking, I figured I might as well go for another one and dream in first person. Unimpressive to all of you I'm sure, but no one ever said I was normal. My unusually active subconscious and I are liking it.
What amazes me even more about my increase in dream activity is the fact that I'm basically on a school term sleep schedule now. My company got a rejection from DaimlerChrysler two weeks ago... a big one. On a nightmare of a part that I've hated since I first got dragged into involvement with. And with Wico being such a small company, everyone does what they can in a situation like this. So I, a computer science major building databases as an Engineering Co-op, worked a twelve hour day inspecting 2003 Rams in the Silverdome parking lot. The rest of that week and last one were similar, as well. Fifty-three hours of work on twenty-nine hours of sleep is no way to live, but at least the paychecks are nice when you start collecting overtime at 10:00 AM on Thursday.
And what better to do with money than spend it? Melanie's restaurant of choice for her twenty-first birthday celebration was Dave & Buster's; expensive (in the games moreso than the food) but a very good time. I'm really really bad at the games of skill, but Skeeball can sure hold me hostage. Pool was a blast too, can you say 3-0 in favor of Melanie and I versus Yvonne and Miranda? Yeah, I thought so. The only odd thing about it was the fact that I don't think I've ever felt so young before, nor so clearly seen the line between twenty and twenty-one. Not that I would've had anything, but there seemed to be an overabundance of subtle and not-so-subtle reminders that I couldn't. It won't matter in a year anyway, but it's an interesting observation nonetheless.
That about wraps it up for this.... month (let's face it, I'm not exactly the update king), but before I go I'd like to plug probably the most unlikely person I can imagine: myself! Armed with only my voice and a snare, bass, and cymbal stand-three integral parts of the drum set I'm building without ever purchasing a drum-I've enlisted myself in a bona fide garage band. We don't even have a name! Anyway, Kraft is throwing an end-of-work-term party in his basement on September 28 and we'll be playing there. We're gonna suck, but the party will be awesome. Oh, and I'll be using his set so there will actually be more to the music than my meager assembly can offer. Feel free to contact me if you want to know more about it. Until then, enjoy yourselves!