A new goal

My goal for the rest of my stay at the University of Michigan is to never buy books at Shaman Drum. I'm all in support of small buisnesses, except the ones that are staffed by assholes and totally rip off the customers. I'm sorry, that last time I checked looking at ISBNs was not a criminal offense.

Buying books is so obnoxious.

Back home for a few days

The last few days have been really nice.

I'm all moved in and spent the first night in the house. Marvelous.

Mattison, his father, Mom, Brian, and I all went to dinner last night. The food was excellent and it was nice that our parents have met. It's also very nice that Mattison is back up to Michigan for good, more or less (he's racing this weekend and training next week, but he's back for the most part). I'm really happy to have him back.

I think I've got the work thing figured out. Unfortunately, my schedule is still very much up in the air. I really hope I get into the American Novel class, but it's not looking very good.

I'm excited for the first day back at St. Thomas.

Italian books $200
Latin books $100
Books are expensive. One of my art history classes looks like it is completely web-based, so hopefully I don't have to buy any books. I don't know about the other art history and I won't know about English for quite awhile. Needless to say, its not looking good so far.

Life is good though. Very good.

We're going for nine miles tommorow (that's the royal we, I'm referring to myself and my camelpak).

818 Dewey

Well, the move in went really well. We moved in all the big stuff and all that is left is Adam's couch. I've started to get posters into the house and it really looks like it is coming together. I am super excited. I can't wait to spend my first night up there and get all of my stuff put in place. As much as moving in (and eventually moving out) sucks, its nice to have our own stuff in the house. It makes it feel more like home. Maybe it does for me since the couch, a couple tables, some chairs, and some posters are mine. Either way, it rocks.

Work this weekend was really hard. My wrists and forearms are killing me, but I made a lot of money.

Busy busy weekend. I'm exhausted, in a good way. Tommorow I'm plotting to do a nine mile run, a trip to Ikea, a trip to drop off my Renaissance textbook at the post office (super excited that I sold it on Amazon after only a day!), a trip to the dentist's, and work. Whew. The days are just packed.

00 that reminds me, I should bring Calvin and Hobbes to Ann Arb. Everyone needs a little Calvin and Hobbes.

Keeping track of myself

Move in stuff this weekend, work through Wednesday morning per usual, spend Wednesday night through Friday morning in Ann Arbor, work Friday night through Sunday morning, return to Ann Arbor for good by the afternoon of Sunday the 27th.

I think I've got it all figured out.

I have to see my father tommorow. It'll be the first time since May and the second time since Christmas. Color me all shades of non-excited.

More on that I imagine soon.

But I have to focus my attentions on buying Royal Shakespeare Company tickets tommorow morning at 9:00.

Refreshed!

I got a new haircut, a new bed (and various other things from Ikea), and I feel fantastic.

Didn't get the job.

Not quite sure what I'm doing.

But I feel gooodddd.

I want a hair straightener and black stillettos.

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I'm getting a little irritated with making this post. Okay, the update on my life is...

I am moving this weekend. Which means I need to get my shit in gear. I still don't really know what I'm bringing with me to school. I still don't have a bed. This shouldn't be a big deal because Ann Arb is so close, but I tend to stress out about everything. I don't like packing and I am not looking forward to unearthing my artdesk that is buried beneath piles of stuff in the basement. Oh goodness.

On top of that, I don't know when I'm actually officially going to become a resident of 818 Dewey. I don't know if I got the job at Real Seafood Co., although I desperately hope that I did so I can quit Buca and not drive home to work. I'd be a server and that means more money. Unfortunately, I think it would really cut the amount of days I could work at St. Thomas...maybe two at the most. I don't want to work more than five days a week and I can't work Tuesday at all because of my Senegalese art class. Maybe I'll find out today, I have to call that guy (Marcus, not to be mistaken with Prof. Donka Markus, my eccentric Latin professor) I had an interview with to thank him for the interview and to see when the best time would be to hear back about it. The more I think about it, the more it feels that I probaby won't get the job; however, the whole interview process seems a little weird to me. All that really happens is the exchange of preselected bullshit. What do you look for in an employer? How do you describe yourself? As my boss put it, it is non-plantonic dating. Both sides just say things to get the desired end result and it only takes about five to ten minutes to decide if you really want to get into the other person's pants (or in my case, job position). I doubt it would really take a week of deliberation to decide if he wants to hire me, why the wait then? Unless he doesn't want to hire me, which is what I'm leaning toward. Which means, I am fucked (or less dramatically, I have to continue to look for jobs, which I hate doing).

Okay, I think the yogurt in the car is probably spoiling. Time to leave the Coffee Beanery (I wish Jendavis were here!!) and move on to the rest of my day.

And where is your Grandpa? He's in the trunk!

The trip to Baltimore was pretty wonderful. Watched a few movies, of which the new Will Ferrell movie is pretty funny and Little Miss Sunshine is absolutely hilarious and probably my favorite film so far this year. The casting was superb (I love Steve Carrell) and the whole thing was hysterical. It didn't try too hard, it just used the eccentricities of the characters to pull it all off. We saw it in DC after Mattison took me to the National Zoo. I've been wanting to go there for the last couple trips and it was rather nice, although slightly depressing in the way that zoos are. But it was a nice day and walking around outside was a nice change from shunning the outdoors due to triple digit heat temperatures. I got to see Mattison race yesterday as well, which is always exciting. The mountain biking experience looks pretty cool, although I'd probably be much more comfortable on a horse than a bike.

I do miss horseback riding. Or competing in general. Well, I don't miss competitive golf, because that pretty much beat the emotional tar out of me (I bet you didn't know that your emotions come from some sort of oozy dark tar). Maybe one day, in the distant distant future. Sigh.

This month is going to be busy. This weekend I need to start packing because I'm moving the majority of my stuff in the 19th and then moving myself in probably the 27th. It's pretty crazy stuff. Only three more weeks left of summer. I'm greatful to get back, but I also forget how stressed I get during the school year. I'm trying to pace myself by only working three days a week at St. Thomas and one night a week at Buca's, but we'll see. I hope I can do some super weekends and work Fri, Sat, and Sun some weekends if I need to make some cash.

I'm already worrying about everything.

I didn't run this morning, I just wasn't up to it. The forecast looks good though, low 80s throughout the rest of the week. I have a hard time adjusting. I miss Mattison. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself during Italy.

Goodness, there I go again.

I am feeling very surly

I have returned from Baltimore.

I feel left out of the loop as far as housing goes (this may not be justified, but its the current perception I have of the situation).

I do not want to be here in Northville for another three weeks without Mattison and Jendavis.

As excited as I am to move to Ann Arbor, I really hate the process of moving.

Northwest sucks. Hosting at Buca's sucks.

I feel like whining and behaving childishly because damn it, I am not happy at all right now.

More tommorow, when I will not allow myself to be in such a pissy mood.