My life is pretty good.
I just got a job offer. $17 working for my dad’s company. I kindof want to branch out and work for EEI but they haven’t gotten back to me yet and…$17 and hour…hmm…
Please keep singing. Or speaking poetry in that intense manner.
I don’t know if it’s annoying, cool, or just plain strange. But she has frequently sung “Someone Like You,” so I can’t be too mad.
Also, the title of this post is pretty large on the computer screen and someone just walked in behind me. They probably saw that. And think I’m some creepster. Ha. This is my life.
Also. We have five games on Saturday. Woot. I’m stoked.
What a great academic week.
March 9-18, 1987
I haven’t done any homework. No good. I really enjoyed the time I spent with my family and some of my old friends, people I appreciate more and more as I spend less and less time with them. Not looking forward to going back, if only for the reason that I WILL be behind in school. Oh well.
Side note: we barely have enough people to field a team next weekend at Huck Finn. Shoot.
Man, I digg seafood. I’m stoked for dinner. I love eating at home; free, good food.
So Wednesday I went to the Art Institute with Erika and actually lasted for TWO HOURS before I got bored. Look how cultured I am!
I love reading but I always hate being done reading. I think the only book I’ve read recently, finished, and enjoyed has been Moneyball. I just finished Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close but I’m not sure I “got” it. It was good, it was entertaining and all, but I wouldn’t say it was one of the best books I’ve ever read (which is how a friend of mine described it to me). Oh well.
“…I couldn’t explain my need to myself, and that’s why it was such a beautiful need, there’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.”
“Well it’s just that wouldn’t it be great if mattresses had spaces for your arm, so that when you rolled onto your side, you could fit just right?” “That would be nice.” “And good for your back, probably, because it would let your spine be straight, which I know is important.” “That is important.” “Also, it would make snuggling easier. You know how that arm constantly gets in the way?” “I do.” “And making snuggling easier is important.” “Very.”
“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”” —Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
- I drove Peter to school this morning and on the way back I saw this dead-end branch of the Fox River that had totally still, mirror-like water. Still water that reflects the world above it is one of my favorite things in the world.
- I had my internship interview this morning at Engineering Enterprises Inc. Uhh…it went well…I think. I feel like I’m [really] good at interviewing. The dood mentioned that they have a few more people to interview but I should hear from them by the end of next week or so. I’m…nervous. But not really. I’m just regretting the fact that I have absolutely no backup plan. Maybe research with a professor…hmm…but yeah while waiting for my interview I was scoping out the reception area in the office, and they have a few softball league trophies. I hate softball sortof, but I’d love to play for a company softball league. These are the things that I think are cool. This is my life.
but while I was in Georgia I ate (imbibed, rather) a raw egg, Rocky style. Graeme, perhaps the most hxc (now there is a throwback abbrev) person I know was all like “Eight grams of protein! Just like that! It’s so quick and easy!” Before I knew it he had cracked two eggs into two glasses and downed his. Caught up in the moment, I chugged mine shortly afterwards. I feel like more of a man now. Cool.
Anyway, the fascinating thing was that I read in National Geographic that there are more people alive now than have died in all of human history. In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn’t, because there aren’t enough skulls!” —Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close