List of Careers

So I had a pretty interesting talk with my dad tonight about school and life and everything. And I'm really glad I did because I was starting to get rather irked at the man, and I realize now that he's one of the most amazing people I've ever known. The couple things that stood out to me the most in our conversation was we sorta brainstormed job ideas, in the process of this he told me I was thinking in the 1700s and I thought that was ironic because I always told Will he wasn't meant for this time period, maybe I'm not either. But anyway, we shot some job ideas back at me and a couple of them sounded pretty not too bad, so I decided I would list them and see what you guys think I would be good at, or even just what sounds interesting to you. I really would like to get a hold of this thing I call my life, even if I keep fighting with myself along the way.

• The first was teaching. Now if I taught, I'd probably do history or something like that, but my dad told me I'd be crazy not to do science or math. Because as a male I would get a job like nothing. Now my concern is that I'd be too impatient with kids that lacked the desire to be in school. Because I know that I don't want my time wasted by punk kids. But the plus side is there is state benefits like pensions, medical, and dental plans for working in public schools. Plus there's always room to expand and make more money.
• The second thing was going to law school. I don't really know what kind of law to go into, but I also never really comprehended the extent of my family. And I think this is important for everyone, because you never know your connections until you look for them. But I have a dad who is involved with all sorts of criminal justice people in NJ, my aunt is an attorney in NJ, and Betty knows a superior court judge here as well. So I could get clerk ships in any field of law I'd care to go into probably.
• The last thing we mentioned was accounting, namely forensic. Like the people who go back and look at companies like Enron and make sure their books are clean etc etc. I think this would be pretty cool, and not to mention I would have to get a CPA to do it, which means that during tax season I could also do taxes for people for a bit of extra money on the side. Plus even if I just did accounting, I could also go dual major for that and teaching, and teach math.

I don't know, it's mostly just rambling, but I'd like some feedback. My dad said, "College is a right of passage. They just want to see you weren't eaten alive by the tasks they handed you." And that made something click, like I should just suck it up and do it, and stop trying to fix a system that I have no control over. And instead work with it to make more money than the system and be able to live my life the way I want to worry free.

My Pants

So all of my pants, no longer fit me. They are too big. I have decided that instead of spending more money on pants, I'm going to stop working out. No I'm lying, but I'm kind of pumped now so I felt like it needed to be posted.

That is all, soon I will need new jeans.

Good Night

So I felt like I haven't gone out with people in forever, so I was really glad that I convinced myself to not be a bum tonight. Went to Rutgers with Will, Sean, and Albert to smoke some hookah at Grover's. Ran into Matt and Luke along the way, I think they were already on their way over there. Had a blast, watched a video with a hilarious lizard talking about walkways and chairs. Reminisced about drug usage and the like. And basically just sat around and had a legit hookah circle, which is kind of awesome considering that most times we just go outside and are way to cold to talk about anything except how cold we are.

Have to go to my grandparent's 50th anniversary tomorrow, which shouldn't be all that bad. Then Monday is my birthday, which sort of sucks because I have class along with a nice big Government/Politics test that I haven't studied for. I also need to write two papers for English that I am yet to do. So I should be pretty damn busy.

Supposed to see Shannon sometime between April 12th and the 28th and I'm really hoping it happens this time. It's been kind of lousy not being able to see someone who you like that much, and I'm really not sure how much longer I can let it go on without as Will put it, face time.

Yeah that's really all, just figured I'd post up something because I haven't in quite some time.

Hope that everyone is doing well, etc. etc. And that everyone has an awesome Easter to those of you who I don't see / who celebrate it.

And uh yeah, later.

Apathy Sucks

Meh

Quitting my job

So I've decided after fixing just about everything that breaks at Drug Fair, that I'm going to quit and put an add in the paper to be a handy man. I'd probably make a shit ton more money, plus I may get to meet sexy house wives! Sounds like a plan to me!

Sunday is Officially my new least favorite day

So, as I previously mentioned, this weekend was supposed to be awesome. Regardless of how I was feeling, it was the only thing I was looking forward to all week. Well, everything seemed alright at first. My mom was about to leave, Shannon was getting ready. Then time just kept passing and I called her to see what was up.

I'm not mad, at all in fact. I should be, but I'm not. I understand why she backed out. It's fucking weird meeting someone for the first time that you know you already like. I was scared as all hell, and now I still am. I'm not mad, no... but I'm terrified now. I don't really know what's ever going to become of any of this.

The part that bugged me was the fact that she stopped even talking to me. Turned her phone off and I guess went to sleep. I don't even know.

I got a text during all of this, that said "Come to the fair" from Hannah. I told her I was in south Jersey and she responded with "You would be." I'm really not sure why I mentioned that, or even what it means.

I just wish that break was sooner, because I'm really not going to be up for this week after this.

I really don't know what the hell is wrong with me.

Lets start from the start today.

Error number one: I skipped my first two classes. Yeah way to go you fucktard, why don't we try and fail out of school number two. I really don't know how I manage to do the incredibly asinine things I do.

Error number two: Totally bombed my history quiz, knew about it for 2 weeks... and fucking stared at the sky.

Error number three: Worked out to painstakingly amounts of soreness, finishing ten minutes before I had to go to:

Error number four: Fucking Drug Fair.

Error number five: I started over thinking this weekend. For those of you who I haven't told, I'm going to my mom's house Saturday night, and Sunday I am supposed to meet Shannon for the first time. Yeah, but leave it to me to get myself all worked up about it.

Error number six: Get all fucking emo at stupid comments because of the above.

Error number seven: Instead of just going to bed, or watching TV, or doing something that would stop me from having access to this hell hole we call the internet. I'm sitting here droning on and on about how miserable my day was.

Yeah I don't know, my overwhelming lack of self confidence is just beating the shit out of me with a tennis racket at the moment. That whole like, omg what if this? and what if that? shit is just whizzing through my brain, and all I keep saying to myself is no, this is exactly what you want asshole. I just hope like three things happen.

1. I don't like die on the way up there or not get any sleep or some other stupid thing because I'm being an ass.
2. One of us doesn't pussy out.
3. We hate each other in person.

Guess we'll see, /emo off