Thursday, May 19, 2005

   Return of the King
Reunited, and it feels so good.

Did you all miss me? Did you? I'm typing this on my brand-spankin'-new Gateway laptop. Set me back $850, but it was so worth it. My precious...

So, for those concerned, I did great on my exams. Or at least, I didn't screw them up enough to wreck my GPA. My grades look something like this:

Marine Bio Honors: A
Marine Bio Honors Lab: A
Acting I: A
Honors Leadership: A
Liberal Arts II Honors: B

Current GPA: 3.77

Yes, I am cool. Oh, so very cool.

And now it is summer, and I am pissed at my boss. I tell him I have total availibility until my internship starts, and he gives me three shifts a week. Three freaking ships a week. I had two a week when school was in session! And I asked to not have graveyard ships as much anymore, yet I don't have a single day time shift in my three shifts a week.

I'm just sick of this crap. It's become incredibly obvious that I'm never going to work on the book floor, and cafe` work is wearing on me. I've sent out my resume` to several other stores but I can't seriously pursue anything while my internship is on.

Speaking of my internship, it starts on Monday. I don't know what my schedule will be until I show up the first day, and they actually choose an official position for me. While I loathe the thought of driving to Tampa every day, I'm really excited about this.

And, next Saturday is the Yu-Gi-Oh! Lost Millenium preview event. Basically, we get five/six packs of the Lost Millenium expansion weeks before it's released, we build a deck from the cards we pull, and duel it out. The cards, we get to keep.

Of course, there's all sorts of other stuff going on at the convention, and I've never been to an anime convention before, so, it should be cool. Maybe I'll be as lucky as that Magnificant Bastard Solo, and win cool stuff. (=P, Solo. =P)

I'm getting applications to USF and UF together; I've already sent them my transcripts.

And, I've got an unspecified ice-skting date with Julia at some time in the near future when we're both not busy. It ocurrs to me that I've been approaching my relationship with her from the wrong angle. Rather than try to interpret everything she does with a prism of confusion, I should simply ask if she likes me. Not if she wants to date, or anything that can be misinterpreted. Just, "Do you like me? You know, like like?"

I've decided to write a novel in the space of one month. I'll start the first of June, and finish the thirtith. I'n afraid I won't be posting any of it until it's finished.

And sadly, this summer's comic pickings look slim. So far, all I can really recommend is "Toxin", a surprisingly good series.

I'm glad to be back, and I promise to update this site more often. (Like the face-lift?)

Thought of the moment: Am I the only one who finds the Senate conflict regarding the filibuster rulings fascinating?

Quote of the moment: "That's it! I was going to watch the in-flight movie, but for the next five hours, you're my bitch!" -Stewie, "Family Guy"

Song of the Moment:

Rise Against, "Swing Life Away"

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Swing life away
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