You dang blog!

What are you trying to do, make me sound stupid?! I said shallow! I wanted shallow! But Petey read into it. How dare you.

Actually, as I came to a finish on that last entry I realized it's somewhat "deep" content. Then I thought to myself, "Leave it alone John. Just leave it alone."

I tried to stay up and get my bio prelab done last night but pretty much passed out on my book. Magically, I woke up at 8:30, saving myself from an absence in my Bio discussion, but then after class I had to bust my metaphoric butt to get my prelab done. So goes life.

Not So Deep

Some blogs are deep and provoke haunting or enchanting thoughts that you can ponder for hours on end. Not this post though! This one here should be right on the surface. It's raining. I'm tired. I slept through my alarm and missed a class. Last night I had crazy dreams. Amanda had some other boyfriend that didn't treat her well and I had a huge paper to write and I didn't know the topic. Today has been a flop so far. Some days feel like you're not actually experiencing that day, but just watching it. You don't know why you skipped Biology, but you did. You figure you'd get more out of reading the book, but you don't read the book. I'll send something in the mail to Amanda. I am lost in thought too deep to post right now. Peace out.

What is it about that girl?

The only thing on my mind right now is a heavy sigh.

I guess that's not completely true, cause the reason that heavy sigh is there is Amanda. She came to visit me this weekend. She ran extra workouts so she could get off of soccer practice on Friday to come and surprise me on Thursday. Then she tried to organize a surprise party for me on Friday night that didn't really work real well, but it was sweet just the same.

The things she does to make me happy! She had to take the 5:30 bus back to Milwaukee today. The weekends never feel long enough, but I still love getting to see her.

So now I'm 20. I guess that means I'm not a teenager anymore. I don't know if that's really sunk in yet or if it ever will sink in. I'm an adult. Young adult yes, but adult just the same. Now I know that 18 I was supposedly an adult but that's still teenage years. The phrase "stupid teenagers" no longer applies to me. What's really gonna be a mind job is when I finish college... but I have 2 years before I have to worry about that.

Blind?

Today I sat next to a blind kid in my liturature lecture. I've seen him in a few lectures earlier this year but I never gave much thought to his situation. He comes walking in with his cane, which he moves back and forth to figure out where he is and what's around him. Anyway after lecture he springs up and takes off towards the door, bumps the wall with his cane, finds the exit and is on his way. He's so confident with that cane. Sometimes I walk down the sidewalk when there aren't too many people out and see how far I can get with my eyes closed. I use the feeling of a crack on the ground to guide my foot, but I can never make it very far before I open my eyes. When I do open my eyes I'm always underwhelmed to find out that nothing has changed... I'm still alone on the sidewalk. I guess I'm just so afraid that I'll run into something if I can't see.

Why are we afraid of what we cannot see?

I think we should close our eyes more often.

Engraving

Tomorrow is my first full day of work at the engraving shop without somebody instructing me. It should be a pretty good time. My main concern actually, is that it will be difficult to make myself look busy for 7 hours (that's the plan for tuesdays anyway).



Travis and Rob have not cleaned their portions of the house yet. (This week I had bathrooms, rob had the living room, travis had the kitchen, and eric had a bye week.) And now here it is... next week. If they don't clean tomorrow I may have to shave their heads of pretty, long, emo hair. Living in a house brings on new an exciting challenges.

Next year hopefully a whole pile of us can find a nice big, sweet house with a million bedrooms for a million of our closest friends.

The night calls me... but I don't pick up and let the answering machine get it. I have to get to bed after all.

If at first

So here I am writing a blog. Amanda bought me a journal for my 18th birthday and I wrote in it weekly... no monthly.... wait... then bimonthly.... yearly..... uhh... it didn't go very far. So maybe this blog thing will work because I'm online a lot?

I am the campus sign engraver. What a treat! I dont' know how I ever landed this job but I make my own hours, the pay is great and I work alone. I'll be able to do my homework and get payed for it. Come to think of it, I'll be able to write in this blog and get payed for it!

Ok, great first entry John! Keep up the good work.