I Have No Spoon

I cant eat oatmeal. Cereal. Ice cream. Soup. Thats about all of my habitual foods that I cant eat because of my current lack of utensils.

Since no furniture is in my apt. I have converted the living room into a "folded clothes holding room." I figure its important for my clothes to prepare themselves to make the journey to my closet, so I am giving them significant time to do so.

Today I stole boxes. I know this is a pretty significant story in and of itself, but I have another parallel story. As you all know, I have short arms, so I couldnt carry all the stolen boxes by myself. So I made another intern help me. Well, to get to the parking garage, you have to go through a revolving door, and for the revolving door to start, you have to swipe your badge and it only rotates far enough to let you out, it doesnt just go forever. Well, I went through first and I was talking to him trying to explain why it wasnt possible for me to carry all the boxes (short arms) and i somehow swiped my badge twice. Well I got through fine, but he got stuck. It....was....AWESOME. I just laughed at him until the door pushed him backwards. By far the best part of my day.

Keelie- that girl wore a khaki shirt and khaki pants....unfreakinbelievable. I would have called you but you are out of the country.

Another funny story, I was working out unusually late (relevent because there are different people there an hour later) because i have a presentation tomorrow. I was running on the treadmill which is behind another row of treadmills and there was this foreign lady, probably 4'6'' (i say this bc i spent significant time debating whether it was a kid) and she was running fast. But she was holding onto the handle bar. She was so loud. And it looked Hilarious. Her head was right by the TV with sportscenter, so i kept getting distracted by her crazy running. So i stopped. Also, later i was lifting weights, and there was this Huge (muscular) lady who could get in a fight with Terrel Owens and not die. Foreign lady asked her some question about using some weight and TO lady snapped at her cause she couldnt understand and everyone turned and watched. The foreign lady eventually just did whatever she wanted. I couldnt stop laughing. So i left.

I Have No Plate.

Empty Apartment

I am so proud of myself for posting something two days in a row. This proves how bored I am.

I am now sitting on the floor in my empty apartment in this hell-hole of a town. Staring at two computers...one for work...one for fun. The work one is obviously getting a lot of rest.

I was talking to Megan earlier about we are at a time in our lives when nothing lasts long...whether good or bad. Semesters are only 15 weeks then we get a completely different change of classes. Summers are consumed with school or internships or travel. All of which last about as long as brett favre can be retired. We will never have a time like this again in our lives. Pretty soon we will be working jobs that seem endless. We will be married to someone for hopefully the rest of our lives. We will have kids that NEVER leave us alone. Things become permanent pretty soon, and Ive never thought about life in that sense. I feel like I am waiting for things to be permanent, wishing even, but I have failed to fully appreciated the freedom that I have, the being able to change at ease. This next semester is hopefully going to be awesome. I really want to travel on the weekends...far away. I HAVE NO HOME...NO WHERE I WANT TO BE.

I know that the Kern River Pipeline exists. Weird.

This empty apt is depressing. I have no cable. I think creepers are looking in my window.

Im listening to a playlist consisting of Mayer, Colbie, and Brett in preparation for the concert next weekend. Know less of Johns songs than i thought. Maybe im not even going. Havent talked to the person im going with...think she forgot i exist...probably sold my ticket to a bum on the street.

I dont even have a chair to sit in. Ow. And i have no bed.

What a fast summer.

I need to get better at not rambling. That is my goal for next time. But seeing as Keelie is the only one who knows this exists...I dont think she will care.

SHOUT OUT TO KEELIE WASHER. COOLEST KID ON THE BLOCK UNLESS TONY ROMO LIVES ON HER BLOCK.

So the day started as a Thursday...

...and the day ended as a Thursday...CRAZY.

Random rumblings to begin my life as a blogger:
Only 5 more days of this terrible summer. Im trying to look at the positives because i know there must be some.

Everyday I wake up usually two minutes before my alarm and groan. Then i wait for my alarm.

I am now terrified of growing up...literally terrified. I cant do this. I cant live this monotonously. All I want is a golden retriever and a house for him to play in. But I am surrounded by people who are consumed with themselves and money. Its mind numbing. At least I get to see living examples of what I do not want to become.

There HAS to be more out there than this terrible corporate jungle. I know there is but the trouble is finding it. I know my job wont be the most exciting thing ever, but I dont want to hate it. Am i too picky? Do most people hate what they do for 9 hrs of the day only to go home and spend 1.5 hours complaining about it? I want to be part of something that matters. And I know all new grads say that...but i do...ive seen the money...I want no part in what it makes a person become.

God is so good. I feel so distant from Him, from myself, from my friends. Something is happening and I dont know exactly what, or who I am becoming, but I am excited in a blind sort of way. I know He has a plan, and I am thankful that I dont have one...that way I know the plan is His.

On a sports related note, because im sure you wondered when I would mention something sports related (yes, i waited this long...i dont have cable...i cant watch 24/7) ...I cannot wait for football season to start. The cowboys need to win, or i am going to quit sports (thats for dad) or maybe just quit the cowboys. There is something about sports that i just love and I dont understand how a person could not. You get to be part of something bigger than yourself...something that you dont have any control over. You get to be excited or sad or scared with other people. Ahhhh only one more month.

I wish I could skip work tomorrow and go to a cubs game and go eat at a fun restaurant and drive a fast car...Ferris Bueller...youre my hero.