Famous?

Thank you for the congratulations Matt.

So I'm in Roudebush today, where I have spent more time in the past 2 days than in 3 years of being an Undergrad at Miami, and I was turning in a payroll form when I hear, "How does it feel to be famous?" I was intrigued. And confused. I nodded to him and he said again, "So, how does it feel?"

I responded "I don't know about being famous." But then he nudged the person next to him and said. "You know who that is right?" And sure enough she called me out as the person on the Miami website (By the way, I have since been taken down)

I though that since I had graduated, this trend would no longer continue, but apparently I'm still recognizable by people in Roudebush.

Matt Smola --Don't die in a hurricane
Matt Forrest--Don't die in your new apartment
Eric--Don't die of boredom. Also, I'm tentatively scheduled to be working in Toledo the first week of October. I'm hoping you'll still be there if you have a job in Toledo, otherwise I hope you aren't there because you have a job somewhere else.

Earl

Congrats to Mike on the new job. Congrats to Eric on the millions of dollars he'll be making once he starts working. I hope he leaves some trails of money for me to follow. And congrats to Matt on the new place. It's an exciting time for all of apt212.

Things here are becoming more routine (finally), but unfortunately this means I'm routinely swamped with homework, reading, or other necessary tasks. My biophysics class is divided into study groups, and the two other people in my group came over tonight to work on an assignment. Here's what happened: actually, I changed my mind. It's a silly story that'll only end up in the story basket. Bottom line we were a bunch of nerds. But two of us did enjoy figuring out what the third meant when he'd drop some signature phrases from the mountains of NC.

In other news, a hurricane (Earl) may make landfall on the far east portion of the state. I'm not concerned right now because the uncertainty in it's future position is huge, but I do think it'd be kinda neat to have the "edge of the hurricane" experience. But really just once. It would suck to deal with that over and over and over.

That's all I have for now.

Punching Out

My mind works overtime when I am asleep.

I had a dream last night that I was flying a jet fighter. This would have been really fun, except there was something horribly wrong with the jet, and it was going down. I was very excited by this because it meant that I got to eject. I pulled the handle and waited what seemed like an eternity. I situated myself, folded my hands in my lap and waited. What happened next was worth the wait. The canopy blew off and was instantly gone. Next, the rest of the jet seemed to disappear as me and my chair were shot out of the cockpit by rockets beneath the seat. In two seconds, I went from being shot upward and forced into the seat to free falling, only it seemed like I was falling faster than normal due to the weight beneath me. Soon enough, the guide chute went spiraling above me followed closely by the main chute and my descent was slowed considerably. At this point I was not too far off the ground and was coming down on what I instantly knew as my street, only a few houses down from my house.

I don't recall much of the landing. Can't say I'm too sad. It was prolly very bumpy. Those seats are not really designed for landing that way. I was a little out of it when I was on the ground. I was stumbling around trying to gather up the parachute when some guy sitting in a lawn chair across the street got my attention. "Was that you?" He asked, pointing to the fireball rising from where my plane had hit the ground a few miles away. "No" I replied, "Mine kept going after I jumped out." Then I woke up.

Don't Read the Lyrics to Love Rollercoaster

They are pretty much what you would expect from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. The song is so catchy though! I love hot chilli peppers, so delicious. Add some life to any dish. I especially enjoy the ones grown in my back yard.

Detroit has lost two of their last 3 games in extra innings. It is painful to watch. Last night, they got 13 hits and only scored 2 runs. They are never going to win anything if Leyland is manager. The only way he can win is if his team outplays the other by such a large margin that his ineptitude is a non-factor. Even so, the boys have been playing pretty well lately. I have confidence that they will finish 2nd in the division, but will have a nice run at it.

Glad to hear some people are employed. It gives me hope. Not really, I should have a job soon. Not sure how living at home while working will be. Hope I can balance a job and looking for the one I really want. Updates when things solidify.

I'm Back...Again...No Really

So I realize it has been a long time since I blogged. But first things first. Yes, Matt I'm more than happy to edit you grant proposals for you.

Like Matt Forrest, I am no longer homeless. I'm also no longer jobless. I will be employed as an Admissions Counselor at Miami starting Wednesday, so I'm going back to Oxford. And no, I am not secretly being hired by the Smola's to spy on Jenn (Eric, there is a job idea for you). Here is how it happened.

I got a call a few weeks ago saying they wanted to interview me. So I hopped down to Oxford, stayed with Alex Newman and went to the interview. Then a couple weeks later I received a letter saying they wanted me back in Oxford. That was August 17th. 3 days later I was in Oxford, and I rented a place (where 212 can crash when they come to visit) and tomorrow I'm moving back to Oxford and will have my first day of work Wednesday. They have already scheduled me for 14 orientation type events in my first 5 days of work.

Also, I did actually have dinner with Matt Forrest. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings in Evanston. It was magical.

I HAVE A HOME!

Matt, I'd love to proof read! You know my grammar is the best around, but seriously I wouldn't be opposed to looking it over. When I really try I'm not that bad, I promise!

Okay so here is the deal. I have been crashing on a friends couch for the last month, spending pretty much every night viewing apartments. It sucked. I was constantly drained, tiered and let down. Also, I currently have no faith in people anymore due to the number of Realtors and property managers who have blatantly lied to our face. I have thought of little else other than not being homeless at the end of the month and got way behind on life. To be honest I have thought about this blog countless times as I was falling asleep. It was not forgotten, I was just not in the physical state to tackle it.

Anyways, I have an apartment now that I both really like and is well within my price range. I am happy, relieved and can think clearly finally. It is great news and I move in this weekend so I finally have a real home to stay at for the next 12 months (it comes with a beer pong room)

In other news I had a ridiculous Miami Alumni filled night last Friday. I will provide updates on it tomorrow either before or after I meet Mike for dinner. We will see when the time comes. Oh yeah! I'm meeting Mike for dinner. Maybe I'll learn why he never blogs and report back on it here.

Peace out!

Day -1

Tomorrow I start class, while many (but certainly not all) of my friends return to work. From what I hear, grad school classes aren't really grade-centric; their goal is to prepare us for our qualifying exams at the end of our second year. That being said, there's a lot less pressure to jump through hoops for a high grade. I don't really know where this is going. Bottom line: class starts tomorrow.

I find it very interesting that Eric's dreams take him to a world where money leads him to what he needs.

My apartment is a mess. I assumed I might keep it neat since the mess in our apartment last year bothered me more than I'd like to admit. I guess with no one else to offend I'm not too concerned. I've got other things on my mind right now, but I'm sure I'll get around to it.

I'm planning on applying for a couple research grants this fall. Do I see any volunteer proof-readers?

I lose my sense of direction when I sleep

I just had a very strange dream. It started out with me looking for a house. I soon became obvious that I did not really know where this place was. I found my way to a huge Baptist church, but there was a lady standing on the steps yelling at me, so I moved on. Eventually I found myself near an abandoned school that was also enormous. I’m talking several acres of building, all surrounded by broken parking lot, then razor wire. A homeless guy came by and invited me inside. Not surprisingly, on the inside it was just a big dirty maze of rooms and did not seem much like any real building. It was very dark and there were piles of boxes everywhere. This guy was pretty talkative and told me all about how he lives there with a large group of streetwalkers. They primarily lived in the basement, which they accessed through a hole in the floor that looked like it was once an air vent. I declined the offer to come down. I almost got lost like three times making my way back to the door, and passed several of the ladies on the way. It helped greatly that they do not hold on to their cash very well, so there was a trail of money leading to the exit. Once outside, I was in a big rush for some reason. I passed Katie in the parking lot. She was talking on the phone and I just hurried by. She threw a jacket at me, I made an impressive catch and tossed it back. No, that makes no sense to me either; I never claimed my subconscious mind made sense. The really odd thing is that it was Katie’s house I was looking for to begin with.

Have Internet, Will Post.

Fear not. I'm alive.

Storytime: Cable was supposed to be installed last Thursday. Internal problems caused my installation to be pushed back to last night, between 7pm and 9pm. Cable guy shows up at...10:15pm. Stayed until 11:30pm and internet wasn't working. Guy comes out today and after 45 minutes on the phone and 3 different cable modems, I have internet.

In other exhilarating news, I'm deep in the thralls of grad school orientation. I have a lab to work in for the fall and am working on figuring out the classes I'll be taking. They'll be great, I hope. I've been busy settling in to my apartment and now that I have the internet, I feel pretty at home.

I'm thinking about a grad school blog. Thoughts?

Currently listening to: WNCN-TV news

Journal Entry, August 17, 2010

Still no word from the others. It has been weeks, if not months. The strain has warped my sense of time and I no longer remember when they last contributed to this esteemed publication. At this juncture it can only be assumed that they have perished in some grisly manner. Most likely, they all died from the terrible excitement of their day-to-day lives. I am, of course, being utterly facetious. Barring Matt Forrest being mugged, I can think of very few events that could conceivably arise that could result in death for any of them. Nevertheless, I must go on without them. Perhaps fate will cause our paths to cross again down the road.

Play Car Town!

Its an entertaining game that is not a major time drain. I could use some new friends to race and such. Its on Facebook. If you like cars, it should be worth your while. Check it out!

Heading Home

It has been a lovely visit to Kentucky, but I am going to be on my way home this afternoon. Mentally preparing for my trip, I was reminded of the time that I was driving down 75 and got my computer out and synced my iPod while driving. Good times. I was considering watching a movie to pass the time, but I think I will not.

Sorry Eric I found my way back

So the last few weeks have been crazy hence my lack of posting.
Matt and Eric came to visit. The hour after they left, I flew to DC.
Then I spent a week at National Training for my job with no internet.
Plane lands late Thursday night, Audree picks me up Friday morning to go to Michigan.
Come back for a crazy week at work and an apartment with no internet.
And that brings me to where I am today.
Eric has blogged about most of what I have been doing since I have been with him for all the fun stuff.
Smola is moving to NC this week.
I think Mike is hibernating (we texted once...he never responded.)

Peace out for now, maybe I'll tell you more later.

I Am The Only Contributor

Visiting Court for a few days. Google Maps said the drive would take four hours and fifty minutes. I did it in 4 flat. I think Google Maps was just way wrong. One thing is for sure; my car likes Ohio way more than it likes Kentucky. Hills are not its forte.

I will be writing another update sometime soon. Maybe in the meanwhile, one of the other individuals who have access to this publication can get their rears in gear.

Listening to: The Music In My Head

I Hate Job Searching

There is no way to win this battle for employment. I put in hundreds of applications and get absolutely no response. Everyone has advice, call these people, show up in person, do this. Most sites tell you not to show up in person. If you call a place to follow up on an application, something that several people have told me is important, they tell you they will call you when your application has been reviewed. This is hands down, the most frustrating thing I have ever done. What a waste of four difficult years of school. I got a degree, now I get to bang my head against a wall for months with no results.

It does not help at all that all of my friends who have jobs evidently had mostly luck to thank. I think I am starting a job soon at the place my neighbor works and it might not even be that bad of a pay rate. At least then I will be able to sustain myself. If nothing else works, I am driving my car to L.A. to become an actor. At least my shoulder is feeling more normal again.

Good Times

Spent last weekend at Brad's parent's lake house. It was amazing. Lots of cool people with lost of fun things to do. Tubing, boating, swimming, getting stopped by the sheriff for the dumbest thing ever, narrowly avoiding a $100 fine, great fun to be had wherever you look.

Lots of pictures on Facebook if you want proof of the revelry.

My shoulder still hurts from jetski riding. I am hoping it goes away soon.