January One, Two Thousand Seven...! - ?
So...I'm sitting on the couch at 6:51 a.m. on New Year's day, having stayed up all night not to party but instead to watch disc one of the RAWESOME Teen Titans Season Two 2-Disc Set I got for xmas, and then muse about my life until dawn. Which I will spare you, since it was a fairly torturous musing process. Suffice to say, I will either be in Maine or in Massachusetts from February until August of 2007, at which point I will be going to Russia. Whether I am in Maine or in Massachusetts is less certain and will be dictated, for lack of a better ordering structure, by where I can make the most money, since flights to Russia (as everyone knows) don't grow on trees. I have to say, it would definitely be a party to hang out in Pioneer Valley for the next 6-8 months, but right now it's looking like I might actually be able to make more money in Maine, since Amherst is so glutted with overavailable workforce. aka, pathetic alumni like myself. As for year in review...well, it's been a strange one. College is definitely over. Whether or not I've embarked on the next stage is subject to speculation, debate, and severe skepticism on all sides. The one thing that seems to be apparent is that I need a car, since what was formerly my car in California (dubbed "Dil Roda," short for "Armadillo Roda") has succumbed to the cruel abuses inflicted upon her by my evil sibling Jordan, and now refuses to go into fifth. The so-called Company Car (I always called her "Selma" in my head, short for "Selma Beep-Beep," but never told Petroff, suspecting he would think it below the dignity of a Company Car) is a moderately far cry from being deemed Seaworthy, as she leaks nearly every fluid that it's possible to leak, including some that I hadn't known were necessary and seem to vanish from her pipes without a trace like so much rubbing ethanol. She leaks like a sieve, or, as was put perhaps more eloquently to me, a hooer. She gets 40 miles to the gallon, but we go through a $12 container of coolant every three weeks, so it's about even. Anyway, the point is, I need me some wheels. First wheels, then a job, then an apartment, then $6000, then Russia in August. See how easy it is when you stay up all night figuring out things that could probably have been figured out much better and faster by a very small child? YES. As Joseph Gordon-Leavitt said in Brick, (whilst busily being my new favorite tiny male human), "I have all five senses and I slept last night - that puts me six up on all of you." He's just so right. I'm going to bed, and then he'll only be five up on me at least.