and i don't like what you got me hanging from...
I just investigated the release of Six Feet Under season 3 (because my mom and I watched the first episode tonight)...and it's coming out May 17th (which is also
Doerr/Dave A's birthday in case you care)! May 17th! That's not that far off! I am so excited!
Hectic Monday. I was the only one from work who went to Jazzercise tonight. I had to go though because I might not be able to attend anymore classes this week. We did a
bunch of new songs/routines. I hated them. The songs were like...fucking video game background music. Not Grand Theft Auto or Madden Football music...NO. Like
Super Mario Brothers music. It was ridiculous. And all the beats were super fast so we had to work really fast. Cheesy beyond belief.
I can not type much longer because my body is twitching from typing. Ahhhh! Not really twitching. But my arm wants to slap myself so I'll stop typing. And I haven't even typed
much. Ridiculous.
Tomorrow I am going to go get some Access lessons from someone at our other office. I'm kind of excited about it. I haven't touched Access since I took my basic computer class in what
would have been my sophomore year of college. But I can't really call that "sophomore" year because a) it was at community college b) I never felt like I was part of any class
except my freshmen year of college and c) I took that class beginning in January of 2001. Right after I took off that semester from college and went and saw a bunch of Pearl Jam shows to
distract me from what the hell I was gonna do with my life.
I can say this much: Pearl Jam shows do NOT help you decide what to do with your life. I still didn't know what I wanted to major in after that semester off ended. I would have panic attacks
at night and I'd have to hop on IM to talk to someone to calm me down. So glad that is all behind me now. And I can say I am happy with where my college career has led me. It's good to look
back and say, "You know, I don't regret not majoring in architecture..."
Though sometimes I get in these weird frames of mind where I get totally disgusted with consumerism...which, like, hello, my degree practically is a degree in consumerism. It's no different
than being a dentist or a businessman, though; the ultimate goal is always gonna be profit. Unless you become a nun or a priest or dedicate your entire life to charity. Ok I need to stop
thinking and go read or something. I'm stealing a book from my dad's library pile (I tend to do that a lot because our library is not so hott and I can never randomly find a good book --- save that
book about Hoffa...and my dad actually requests books from other librarys). He checked out a bunch of books about Deadwood. Which I find interesting, not because of the TV show (though I did check that
out and I'm going to watch it from the beginning) but because my family vacationed in South Dakota one year and we visited Deadwood and Lead...the notorious "Wild West"..."Gold Rush" locations. Even toured
an old gold mine. I didn't know much about that segment of history (I think I was going into 6th or 7th grade at the time), but it was still fascinating...visiting Calamity Jane and Wild Bill Hickock's grave. That was
one of the most interesting vacations we went on. So yeah. I jacked a book off my dad's pile.
