So the semester is coming to an end, and I don't know where the hell it went. The weeks here are crazy, I have a syllabus for every class so I know what all my homework is ahead of time (not that I do it ahead of time) and every week I'm like "Oh, not much homework, cool" yet come Saturday I'm completely exhausted and can't even remember what I did. Oh well, they go quickly, which means the weekends come quickly, which means I get to see Kristen. She drives 2 hours one way every weekend, God bless her, since I can't have a car here. Then we get to chill in my awesome dorm room. Dorms aren't that bad, though I will undoubtedly be in an apartment next year. I have friends in my hall, but none on my floor. I saw these two asian guys walking down the hallway so I figured I'd talk to them for once and...they don't speak English. Unless they were just acting like it because they didn't want to talk to me, in which case thats hilarious. They were walking down the hallway speaking some asian dialect and I said hello and they just looked at me quizzically and kept walking. I think I will learn just enough of either Chinese or Japanese, whatever it is, to say "I know what you're saying, you dicks", just to freak them out. They probably aren't talking about me, but I'm just egomaniacal enough to believe they are. It seems like whenever two asian people are talking in their native language in a group of non-asian people (how they can tell I don't know), they talk really really loudly. Just to be like HEY IM NOT SPEAKING ENGLISH. I want to sit on one side of one of them, and have my friend sit on their other side, and have a really loud conversation in English. Wow. I swear I don't hate asian people. My RA is asian and he is a total stud. Anyway, as far as my classes go, they're all pretty boring. Except for philosophy. That class is just completely retarded. And the more complex the stuff we talk about gets, the more retarded it gets. Like proving I know I'm not a table or a wall. Seriously. I can't wait for that one to be done.

So I'm here now. Safely entombed within the walls of my tiny, sterile domicile. It's Friday night, and I'm in front of the computer. As you can tell, not a lot has changed. The room is lit only by the glow of my monitor, the only noise that of the air conditioner humming nonchalantly behind me. My desk is littered with empty cans, receipts, folded up papers, keys, books, and wrappers. Illusions of cleanliness and order so hastily abandoned. The transition has been a welcome, if not interesting one. I can already feel the bond of old friendships fading. No one can replace the group of friends I grew up with, and I will always love each and every one of them. However I have known for quite some time that the beginning of this chapter of our lives would be the demise of the friendships that got us to this point. Slowly, new friendships form. New trusts established. It is equal parts fun and sad. I've been here for almost a month now and I feel pretty well settled in. My classes wasted no time getting started. I've already read several books and written many papers. To be honest, I enjoy it. I spend my days hastily jotting notes, my nights submerged in textbooks and novels. I live in a womb of academia. I don't really notice it until the weekend comes. I look back and realize that I spent every single night working on papers or reading. Rarely do I wander outside my room after dinner. I enjoy having classes that are more specific to my interests, that move at a much faster pace than those of high school. However, it is not without its disappointments. I am in Philosophy, something I have had very little exposure to. I was excited to begin but so far all I have figured out is that Socrates was a whiny little bitch. Perhaps Kant or Descartes will prove more interesting. Other than that, though, I enjoy my classes. I also love Purdue's campus. Regardless of the fact that I am allergic to about everything here, I think its beautiful. I can't help but walk from class to class, a completely congested, swollen, mess who can't stop sneezing, with a smile on my face. Though it may be covered with a kleenex, it's still there. I really love it here. I have a sense that there are some interesting things ahead for me.  

So the whole "ultra long post" deal has long since past any and all hope of being written, its no matter though because at this point its completely irrelevant anyway. Its contents now reduced to esoteric inside jokes and you-had-to-be-there stories. Its alright, I hope me life is not so stagnant as to not even warrant a new blog post. Actually there are many changes in my life right now; some more obvious than others. For one, it seems as though the commander chronicles are in their final chapter. Turns out the 6 months I waited for it to arrived actually did count towards the year that I get to keep the car, since its a company car. When the time came to order a new car, the Commander was no longer available, so now its time in my possession is limited only to the time it takes for my new liberty to arrive. Can't say it didn't go out without a bang. I'm still unsure of my plans for college and career, though it is beginning to look as though God is orchestrating it all. There is a fairly good chance I can attend Indiana Wesleyan for next to nothing. I think I'd end up having to pay the taxes on my textbook, which amounts to like 30 bucks. 30 bucks x 4 years of college = $120. I think I can swing that. As far as career though, I'm still unsure. I go to see a doctor in Indianapolis on Dec. 6th, and he is supposed to tell me what career would suit me. I took this massive personality test that took me days. I'm honestly pretty excited about it; I think it'll be interesting to here what he has to say. I do find it funny though, how humans are so curious about themselves. We think we are so advanced; yet we are nowhere close to understanding even ourselves. Anyway, I'm still at Kroger. Quickly approaching the 6-month mark there, and truthfully I really do like it there. I work with some great people, my job is not hard at all, and I can leave 3 minutes before I have to be there and arrive on time. It's a pretty sweet deal. And of course, without Kroger, there is now way I could but a Wii on launch night like I am undoubtedly doing. Cannot. Freaking. Wait. 

Alright, I know I haven't updated this beast in a freaking long time, but surprisingly enough lots and lots of crap has happened. The next post is gonna be freakin long, so mark your calenders and clear out some time.

So again I find the proverbial dust has collected on my sad little blog. Shame on me. If you've read and of my previous posts, you probably saw me mention wanting a lot of hours at Kroger and blah blah blah. Man, am I eating those words. I work 30 hours a week, plus school. My butt is dragging. Its still fun and all, but holy crap, it sucks. Anyway, I am in fact back to school. I really like my schedule, my classes aren't that bad, so all in all I think it'll be a good year. The summer ended well, I had lots of fun, etc. etc. I'll save all that for a night when I'm actually motivated to write, however.

Come get in the pool

    So i've completed my first month at Kroger, and I must say I really do like it. I love nearly everyone I work with, save the managers, but hey thats another post. Its simple, I work alongside great people, its three minutes from home, and its decent pay. What more could I ask for? Maybe I just need more time to develop some sort of hatred for it. But it fills the tank and buys the games, so I really can't complain. I'm lucky to have the job. I leave for bigstuf on the 24th! Its going to be so good this year for so many reasons. I cannot wait.  I'll most likely have some nice, long, post after that completely with some deep introspective goodness. Anyway, 34 days until school starts, and I'm a senior, and all that good crap i've touched on so many times before. It's almost become a running gag of sorts around here i suppose, a crutch for when I have nothing else to write about. But i shall not allow mysel to stoop to such levels tonight, my loyal readers (both of you!) deserve some fresh topics to read about. And I'm sure sooner or later, you'll get a fresh topic to read about. 

Is it YOU who leaves cards on my commander whilst I'm at work??
It's gotta be Voss or someone. Or someone put it on the wrong car, which would be absolutely hilarious. There is no way this is for real.

"Do you think we can make a fresh start-
rediscovering in each other
the magic of a touch,
the passion of a kiss
the contentment of simply being together?
I want us
to hold onto our memories
put the hard times behind us
and look forward
to each of our tomorrows
with love in our hearts..."

"My heart holds so much love for you"

    I am on call with Kroger. I am, by definition, an on-call bagger. Clearly, this is the pinnacle of my existence. I completely my training today, a 4 hour mind numbing session on a crappy computer where I learned everything from hand stretches to how to handle a bomb threat (tip: ask where the bomb is located). It was boring, it was cold, and it was paid. I shall don that red shirt and those black pantaloons with tremendous pride! I shall strive and endeavor all the more to become the ULTIMATE BAGGER! I shall attain a promotion, and become STOCK BOY! I guess I'm getting a little crazy when I dream of reaching stock boy though, I might as well hope to become CEO! But in all honesty I am very thankful I found a job that pays more than minimum wage and is so close to home. In fact, if they called me right now I would be glad to go in. Maybe its because I am just too young and naive, but I love to work. Even if it is just bagging groceries, I find some sort of esoteric joviality in providing a service for others. Almost certainly this will fade with time as I go along in life and eventually began pondering whether there is significance in life (assuming I follow a path paved by way of cliché). Perhaps not though, perhaps I was simply placed here to work, perhaps I will ascend the corporate ladder until one day you know me as jefe. I still don't know what I want to do career wise, and honestly I am pretty much out of ideas. But right now, I think life can be summed up in one simple question:

So after an expansive, annoying, and weird search, I have landed a job. I bag groceries at Kroger. Hell. Yes. I applied at lots of places, and 2 of them called me back. I also pretty much had a job at Steak n' Shake thanks to an inside man, but that plan got foiled. Then Windmill Grill, a local restaurant where all my friends work, called me back and scheduled an interview. The day the interview was I got 3 hours of sleep because I had to take Isaac to the airport and send him back to Mazatlaan. That was ridiculously sad and I was pretty much depressed the whole day. So when I showed up to my interview, I wasn't really 100%. The lady pretty much bulldozed over me, and I wasn't really feeling it, but everyone that worked there said I would get the job. The lady told me I would know by Sunday (I have yet to hear from her) and let me know. The thing is, I really want to work a lot, I want a lot of money for summer for gas and upcoming nerdy necessities, and I know a lot of people that work at Windmill because, well, a lot of people work there. That's a lot of people in a small restaurant all wanting hours, and the new hire is pretty much not going to get crap. People, the DS lite comes out in 4 days, and I must have one before bigstuf, I need gas for the commander, and the Wii is only a few months away. I need as much cash as I can get. So I walked away from that interview with a not-too-positive vibe. Then when I got home mom told me Kroger called and wanted to interview me. Let me just say, I really did not want to work at Kroger. I had heard few good things about it and just had no desire too. But I figured I would go to the interview for the heck of it. So I called Shelby this morning, told her we'd go to the park, then called Kroger back. So I called, and the lady picked up and told me they had already filled the position. I really didn't care, so I was like all right well thanks and she told me to wait, and I hear her talking with the manager, and she says that he still wants to interview me, in half an hour. So I call Shelby and ask if she minds waiting in the commander while I do this pointless interview that won't take but five minutes, and she agrees. So I go pick her up and head back over to Kroger and walk in. I really didn't care about this, so I wasn't nervous at all, and didn't even really try to look nice. I wore Khaki shorts and a pink polo shirt. I didn't even shave. I showed up, told the guy exactly what I wanted: A lot of hours, not to work Sunday mornings, and July 24th through the 30th off. He told me he though I was a very intelligent, nice young man and that I had the job. I was pretty much caught entirely off guard and was like ...uh...thanks. I learned later I was the last person they called, the last interview, and that they really liked my laid back attitude, because the other applicants were stiffs. So after that I had to do a drug screen and now I just have to wait for them to tell me when orientation is. I'm really glad I have a job; it’s a burden off my shoulders. It solves my gas problem, gets my parents off my nuts, and I'm totally getting a DS lite. So even though its not the greatest job ever, it’s a paycheck, a paycheck that is larger than I would have gotten at windmill. So right now I have a girlfriend, a car, and a job. Really never thought that would happen. But my summer is minus a Mexican. Isaac lived with me for about 6 months, and I loved the kid to death. Leaving him at the boarding area was a lamentable affair. I still miss him to death. I moved back into my room last night, and I really don't think anyone can fathom how weird that was for me. It was nice to have my room back, but I really miss him. I can't wait to go see him south of the border. But there you are, you are all now caught up with the events of my enthralling life. Mazel tov.