Its been exactly 4 years to the date since I began this amazing little thing they call blogging.* Now granted I haven't been completely true to the level of commitment that I once had, but that can always be remedied right. Right. Up until now, I just haven't had the urge that I once did to get on and write about daily happenings/lack thereof or just whatever happens to be plaguing my brain. This sudden urge is mainly do impart to the fact that I really do miss writing in some fashion. For a reason that escapes me, I just lost the lust for it. So in short, I'm really grateful that I will always have my passion for writing. No matter how lustless it may be.
I've been living in West Lafayette for a little under a month now. I love it. Its a huge sense of relief and personal achievement to finally be where you pictured yourself. Some people may not see this as a huge accomplishment based on the fact that I was suppose to be down here 3 years ago. That, and I gave empty promises to move down here since then. The achievement factor also goes down a bit if you consider that fact that instead of graduating this year, which I technically should be, I won't be graduating for some years yet. Some people probably look down on me for this, but fuck them. I'm damn proud of myself, and the people that care about me are proud. What else could I ask for??
Living in a house with 7 other guys isn't nearly as chaotic as I thought it would be either. Unless we're having parties or theres a keg involved, I hardly ever even see the guys upstairs. During the weekdays we all pretty much keep to ourselves. We have the occasional ritual of eating lunch at the exact same time everyday for a little chit chat, but besides that I've only had one really intellectual, heart to heart conversation with any of them. If I'm going to be honest, I like it that way though. I can get along with everyone in the house just fine, but none of them really have "life friend" potential. Save for Chris, but him and I go back some years. Its just one of those things where you know your own personality and the types of personalities you want to keep in your life until the end of time, well my time at least. Realistically, I just don't think I'm capable of having a connection with any of these guys like I do with any of the close friends I have now. Simply put, they're all a bunch of "bros". At the same time though, I respect that.
The house itself isn't too shabby. Its not really up to par, but its definately livable enough for me. The electricity works, air conditioning, gas, water runs fine, its good. Not to mention the place definately has character. The entire place is on a tilt, theres a copious amount of 4 jack wall outlets that have to wiring running to them, the walls are insulated with cardboard, said walls are falling apart by the day, theres mushrooms growing in our basement, questionably a dead squirrel or two in our attic, and the soothing to annoying 2AM chirping of a cricket trapped in our kitchen wall. He only has a remaining life span of about 3 weeks at most left anyway. So I'm not really concerned about him. I also really enjoy the fact that there is a porch that leads up to one of my bedroom windows. I really want the expectation of that be the main entry way for my room. Kind if like how it was in Dawson's Creek when Joey and Jen just came in through his window whenever the hell they pleased. 9 times out of 10 when a girl came through his window, he got some sweet lovins. But who am I kidding, I'm no Dawson.
I had a job interview with Walmart a week ago now. They are still trying to scrounge up some more employee hopefuls to get an orientation date scheduled. This process is taking them far too long. I really need to start working here soon though. A: To start making money B: So I can see if I will have hours available to get a 2nd job and C: To keep my sanity. I also find it funny, in a non laughing manner, that I said I would never work for Walmart ever again. This is my 3rd time around. I was talking to my mom about Walmart and she went on this long drawn out speech of how I should really stick with Walmart and how I could make a career out of it. I really really really really don't want that to happen. I've been working on being real for quite some time now. The more I mull it over and the more time that passes, as much as I would hate for it to happen, I just get a gut wrenching feeling that someday I will be approached to enlist in the management program at Walmart. Its just a looming thought that follows me around everytime I get a job there. Its already happened once, which means it will happen again. I feel like Jim in that episode of The Office when hes in charge of the office for the day because Michael is trying to film his own Survivorman video. Its the talk they have when Michael gets back that goes something along these lines.
Michael shakes his head over Jim's "rookie mistake" of trying to combine the birthday parties. "Don't worry," he tells Jim, "in 10 years, you'll figure it out."
"I don't know if I'll be here in 10 years," Jim replies.
"That's what I said."
The look that passes over Jim's face is priceless, hes sad and frightened and bemused all at once. Now granted I have no Michael Scott, that is how I feel about a career with Walmart. Working there leaves me sad, frightened, and bemused.
Well, thats going to have to do for right now. Chris is back from class and he needs his computer back. One of these days I'll get around to getting a computer of my own. For right now though, I'm getting by. Thats all I really want to do. Just get by.
* - This statement was accurate at the time I started this post on September 2. When have I been known to do something I said I was going to do on time??
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