Good gracious I cannot sleep.
The Ticklers are holding it down in 7th place tonight, I'm rather proud of them. Go Ticklers.
The job is exhausting and wonderful.
After you realize that the do-nut shop has more than just glazed, it's like a whole new category of pastry enjoyment. It never clicked that specialty do-nuts are available for purchase. They are, in fact, and they are unreal.
Got some Beck tickets in the mail with some Pete Yorn right behind them. I will survive June. June will be incredible.
Can you believe that fifty feet of utility rope only costs three sixty-six? What the hell is going on in the rope market? How can they get away with such a low low price?
I am finding it unpossible for good people to have a bad time.
Why is Paul watching baseball?
My fantasy team, The Gootch Ticklers, isn't doing all that well. There are plenty of possible reasons for this, my disdain for the sport being one of them.
The reek of that crap they soak telephone poles in has been following me around all night. We're trying to make balance boards and I had to cut down a pole tonight to further the cause. I doubt it works, but whatever.
I am two for two on notes per day. Bought ten stamps today, too. Man I'm so stoked about it, too. I always get the urge to call people and tell them things, like, "hey I just got a blue coconut Dr. Pep from Sonic and thought about you," and I always regret it, becuase where the hell do you go from there. Writing notes is so satisfying and man I am looking forward to keeping it going this summer, phone tag is just awful.
It's been a really stellar couple of days.
The interview went smoothly, although I had spilled a little Icee on my shirt that I was unaware of. I knew that I was right for the job and said what I needed to say to let them know that. It all worked out, I peed in a cup, and they're going to call with the details. Hooray! Job!
I think this is why we shouldn't stress about things. If you are a badass with most of your crap together, things will work out. Mom called it Mercy. I guess I call it life. Things work out whether you worry about them or not, just like Ben Folds did, just like our new house did.
I think I'm going to go get some ice cream.
The quarter ended with a 3.3. I'm ok with that.
Today was the job hunt. Looks like the science center has something brewing in the form of an exhibit developer for some earth-shattering planetarium. I neglected to tell them that I keep the Audubon Society Field Guide to the Night Sky in my car at all times. I regret that.
My social circle is in constant flux. If the elements are decent, the deliverable will be, too.
I'm going to try to write a letter a day, or maybe a letter every two days. The phone is tough when you aren't going to see the people for a while. A note is distilled concern, it cuts the fat of what each of you are missing out on and gets to the point that you are missing out on each other. You need to hang on to note-writers, they are relics of a better time.
I feel compelled to write, but things are so conflicted and muddled right now that I don't know what to put down.
So I guess I'll leave it blank. I just don't want this year to be over, I do not want a summer.
It's the freakin weekend.
The last week of school, the last week before some really tough goodbyes.
Today, I had the opportunity to take part in one of the best Ruston days that anyone involved had ever seen. Fun does not appear by accident. It's always there, yeah, but you need the right mix of people and spunk to dust it off and really bring it out. Today, we mixed well. Also, this weekend highlighted another two kinds of people in this world. Those that ask what you are doing, and those that tell you what they are doing. If you want to spend time with someone, have the decency to put together a plan, inviting yourself over is the most extreme form of unoriginality, and, by extension, one of the least attractive things a person can do.
This
became this
led to this
and Paul said, "it was good."
No word on summer employment. The suspense is not killing me.
When you are elected president of the Union Board, your first act in office is to choose your eight committee heads. I'm going to piss some people off. I've never really enjoyed doing that. My executive board is top-notch, so I've got that going for me.
I can't begin to understand how much I'm going to grow this year.
There are two types of people at a funeral. Those supporting, and those being supported. It's good to be both.
We saw the Pulitzer exhibit at the state museum Saturday. It was beautifully tragic.
[x] Learn to drive a jet ski.
This doesn't happen anymore.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Tomorrow I learn about the next twelve months. Capro Inc. is going to call and tell me if I got the summer Mechanical Engineering internship. I wish I knew how that interview went. Apparently, interviews don't have much to do with what you say. Like life, I suppose. Also, UB elections throw down tomorrow. I don't think I'm going to say much, maybe I can get by on dedication.
There's so much more to it than that, though. Time logged doesn't guarantee you anything.
So we have words and time. I guess we can add intent. The trifecta of things that may or may not be entirely worthless in this web of action, hope, and obligation.
I'm really digging American Analog Set. It doesn't ask anything of you. It's easy to appreciate and consistent and selfless. And it hates commas.
Spring Bash went well. I hope tomorrow goes half is well. I think I can not be devastated, but I make no guarantees.
Lecompte.
