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So life is going pretty well. I'm sort of being groomed for a higher position at work, comes with a pay raise, cha ching. So hopefully I can either work less hours or make more money, either one would be nice.
College is good. It's a bit overwhelming at time, seeing as how working full time leave barely any time for homework, let alone sleep. I'm probably slacking more than I should, because I know it's only going to get worse. But I can't afford to not work full time. The bills never stop, you know? This semester I'm 23, so I had to give my mother's information on my financial aid packet. But next semester I'll be 24, and "financially independent" even though I haven't lived at my mother's house for quite some time. So at least then I might get some free government money.
It still hasn't hit me that Obama is president. It's still weird to me. It's definitely cool, though. I'm kind of stoked to see what kind of changes will come about. I do want to laugh in the faces of everyone who said he's the anti-christ. People said that about Bush too. And Saddam? And Bin Ladin? And Stalin? And Hitler? You people are silly. How many kids did that devil have?
Things at home are casual. I've never really been a casual kind of guy, but I'm trying to make due. it gives me the alone time I need. Sometimes it just gives me a little too much. As much as I complain to myself, though, she really is good for me. I look back and wonder how things would have turned out if different paths had been taken. Sometimes if I've got the right kind of buzz and the music's right, I'll go back in time to all the different places I've been, and wonder what would have changed. But at the same time, I can look in the future and see the good now. All I used to see was the bad. But there is no satisfaction in life. I don't think I'll ever be full. I think that's kind of the point. Life is curiosity and pain. It's trial and mainly error and memories of the really, really good stuff stored away might actually be better than seeing it today. I saw a guy I was who went to my high school the other day. He left sophomore year but we were pretty good friends. I had a lot of memories, and seeing him the other day made me sort of wish I hadn't seen him at all. He was the same old guy, which was cool when we were fifteen, but c'mon. We're in our mid-20's now. We're not near-adults, we're totally there. Sometimes things are better kept stored away in the head and the heart.
So my party was immense. The records show 56 guests who paid for raffle-tickets (bar access) and probably about that many who brought their own drinks. There was a keg and 6 half-gallons, and man what a good time. I drink minimally. I'm not big on being drunk. I like a pretty light buzz. There was a fight, of course, and cops, of course, and some kid got his jaw broken and had to have surgery. I'm still sort of trying to investigate the whole thing because being treated and held at a hospital isn't cheap. It was a sucker-punch, too. He origionally got hit and knocked down some stairs, and then he was out on the porch sort of nursing his wounds and some guy just came out of nowhere and fucking blasted him right in the jaw. It was a total bitch move. The kid talked too much shit, I admit. He deserved to get his ass kicked in a fight. But not by getting suckerpunched while your distracted by a swollen eye. That's bullshit, and I hope that kid goes down. Outside of that, the party was a blast. Lots of people, good food, plenty of stories to take back to work, and me and the two other people who set it up made a nice pouch of change. Next year we're going to be a little more steadfast in keeping minors out, though. That was the main problem.
Anyways, that's all for now. I have to go revise that paper for tomorrow.
Untill next time!
College is good. It's a bit overwhelming at time, seeing as how working full time leave barely any time for homework, let alone sleep. I'm probably slacking more than I should, because I know it's only going to get worse. But I can't afford to not work full time. The bills never stop, you know? This semester I'm 23, so I had to give my mother's information on my financial aid packet. But next semester I'll be 24, and "financially independent" even though I haven't lived at my mother's house for quite some time. So at least then I might get some free government money.
It still hasn't hit me that Obama is president. It's still weird to me. It's definitely cool, though. I'm kind of stoked to see what kind of changes will come about. I do want to laugh in the faces of everyone who said he's the anti-christ. People said that about Bush too. And Saddam? And Bin Ladin? And Stalin? And Hitler? You people are silly. How many kids did that devil have?
Things at home are casual. I've never really been a casual kind of guy, but I'm trying to make due. it gives me the alone time I need. Sometimes it just gives me a little too much. As much as I complain to myself, though, she really is good for me. I look back and wonder how things would have turned out if different paths had been taken. Sometimes if I've got the right kind of buzz and the music's right, I'll go back in time to all the different places I've been, and wonder what would have changed. But at the same time, I can look in the future and see the good now. All I used to see was the bad. But there is no satisfaction in life. I don't think I'll ever be full. I think that's kind of the point. Life is curiosity and pain. It's trial and mainly error and memories of the really, really good stuff stored away might actually be better than seeing it today. I saw a guy I was who went to my high school the other day. He left sophomore year but we were pretty good friends. I had a lot of memories, and seeing him the other day made me sort of wish I hadn't seen him at all. He was the same old guy, which was cool when we were fifteen, but c'mon. We're in our mid-20's now. We're not near-adults, we're totally there. Sometimes things are better kept stored away in the head and the heart.
So my party was immense. The records show 56 guests who paid for raffle-tickets (bar access) and probably about that many who brought their own drinks. There was a keg and 6 half-gallons, and man what a good time. I drink minimally. I'm not big on being drunk. I like a pretty light buzz. There was a fight, of course, and cops, of course, and some kid got his jaw broken and had to have surgery. I'm still sort of trying to investigate the whole thing because being treated and held at a hospital isn't cheap. It was a sucker-punch, too. He origionally got hit and knocked down some stairs, and then he was out on the porch sort of nursing his wounds and some guy just came out of nowhere and fucking blasted him right in the jaw. It was a total bitch move. The kid talked too much shit, I admit. He deserved to get his ass kicked in a fight. But not by getting suckerpunched while your distracted by a swollen eye. That's bullshit, and I hope that kid goes down. Outside of that, the party was a blast. Lots of people, good food, plenty of stories to take back to work, and me and the two other people who set it up made a nice pouch of change. Next year we're going to be a little more steadfast in keeping minors out, though. That was the main problem.
Anyways, that's all for now. I have to go revise that paper for tomorrow.
Untill next time!