You know who wants to be an art teacher?

I just got back from the Red Sox game. My first game of the season in the last weeks of the season. How perfect. My parents and my brother were here for it too. It was a lot of fun. I haven't seen my brother in a long time. Since Christmas? I dunno, maybe earlier. The point is it was a good time. We went to Boston Beer Works for dinner beforehand and I got three beers.

Also, we were discussing the holidays and I think we settled on a Thanksgiving plan. My uncle lives in Conneticut about twenty minutes from...wait for it... Foxwoods! The casino! Bitchin'. We're all gonna go after dinner, including my aunt and uncle. My mom wants to keep driving down to DC and see my cousin Greg, but my dad wants to go to a Haggis show in Philidelphia. I want to do both.

Sean and Adam made some homemade beer. It tastes terrible.

I'm sorry, Peter. I always loved you.

Yeehaw. Heroes is back! And I don't just mean it's back on tv. I mean it's BACK! with a vengeance! This first episode was everything the second season should have been. Really really great stuff.

Obviously, since I watched Heroes, we didn't finish our D&D session, which sucks, cause I really have a lot of fun doing that. Matt, our DM, had homework or something. We're also not playing this Sunday, which really frees up my afternoon. I got the afternoon of exactly so we could play, and now there's nothing there.

Anyone wanna come visit me on Sunday?

D&D 09/21/08

So every time we play D&D, hilarious things ensue. I'm going to keep track of our exploits here every week. Here is what happened today. For the record, Jay is Chet, Tim is Mortimer, Joe is Jack and I am Tawmi.

After our last adventure, we returned to the town. I renounced my god, the Raven Queen, and reaffirmed my faith in Melora. Chet picked up our new business cards he ordered from the local tavern. In our first mission, Mortimer captured a cobald (a half goat man) and gave him to the local temple. Now, that formerly evil cobald has become a Level 2 Cleric. Nice work, Mortimer. He also got an invitation from some Shadowfeld warriors to travel to Stormkeep, the next town over.

Our party has been invited to the mayor's home for dinner as a celebration of our recent accomplishments. When Chet Doomslayer goes upstairs to put on his Sunday Best, he finds two business men standing in his bedroom at the inn. A law firm named Faerus, Gool and Losturgia, from Stormkeep wants to hire us. They need some adventurers to "tie up some loose ends," i.e. kill people. Chet surprisingly decides to confer with the rest of the group before commiting. They give him a card and tells him to meet them in Stormkeep. Sweet.

So we head to the mayor's home to have a free meal. I create a couple of Alchemist's Fire vials and hide them inside my cloak. We arrive at the mayor's home, and his butler, Jeeves, asks us to leave our weapons at the door. Chet hangs his sword on the wall, and the rest of us put our weapons in the closet. We head into the study for a before dinner drink, where meet a dwarf, drinking a glowing red Dwarven Ale, and offers Chet a shot. Mortimer strikes up a conversation with the shadowy human female in the corner. I explore the rest of the house and find a green Dragonborn (half dragon half man) named Sir Bellos playing pool and I challenge him to a few games of pool. I lose ten gold to him. Chet, now buzzed, wanders into the kitchen and gets yelled at by the Swedish Chef.

When we ultimately sit down for dinner, the mayor introduces himself as Mayor Boddy. After some polite dinner conversation, the cook comes screaming into the dining room. I run to the kitchen door and poke my head around the corner. I see a transparent warrior with a giant sword and half of a face. Chet and I run to get our weapons, while Mortimer and Jack do mystic things that don't help our ensuing battle. Chet uses his new magic power to summon his sword from the closet. Some of the other dinner guests head into the kitchen, while others follow us. This starts the first battle encounter.

Mortimer finds five ghosts in the lounge, and does some damage. Two of the dragonborns follow Mortimer into the lounge and they both attack the ghosts as well, but not before Tim gets attacked.

Chet gets his sword and tries to Magic Missle the first ghost I saw, but misses. One of the other house guests blasts the big ghost and really pisses him off. When the ghost attacks Chet, he counters with a Frost Backlash, then on his turn uses Fire Cyclone to damage three ghosts at once.

By the time I get to my weapons, I hear some noise coming from one of the side rooms that I saw the dwarf and human female enter earlier. I head into that room, and see the dwarf and human fighting some more ghosts. I manage to deal a good amount of damage to one of the ghosts before I get attacked.

Jack explores the library and finds nothing.


At this point, Jay went back to our apartment to watch the football game, and Tim's girlfriend called, so he left. With two of our other players never showing up, Jow and I can't really play by ourselves, so we called it quits for the day. What an awesome finish to the day. We're gonna try again tomorrow night. I hope.

That's why they call them business socks

Last night was Jackie's birthday party. They had dinner at Fanuel Hall, then they were supposed to go back to Jackie's apartment on campus and party. About an hour before dinner, they realized, Hey, we've got like twenty people. We can only sign in twelve. Awesome. So, instead, everyone went back to our place. Which worked out great for me, because I was working until ten, so when I got home, the party had already started. We rocked, played ping-pong, and rocked some more. Claire and I finally got to play Rock Band 2 together after a three month dance around and towards each other. There wasn't any actual dancing involved, that was a line from Ocean's Eleven.

I don't think my project got voted for in Entrepreneurship. Ah well, that just means less work for me.

So with last night's party, of which I knew ahead of time, I knew I wouldn't want to get up at 9am to be at J-Spot by ten. So, I talked to the intern, who's name is also Andrew, and he agreed to open the store at ten, stay until I got here and then leave. He wouldn't be putting in any extra time, but he would get paid for working alone. My clock would start when I got here, and everyone would go home happy.

Everyone, that is, except for a number of people. Andrew slept through his alarm a number of times. John, the owner, came in around 11 to pick up some paperwork, to find the bulding closed and locked up. A band had a reservation at 10, but they left when no one opened the place up. John wasn't happy. Andrew eventually showed up about 1130, and I got here about 1, as I originally had planned. I'm not in trouble, right?

What else is new? Nothing.

PINK! pinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpink

Sean bought a new outfit for his Rock Band character, le fez. That's her name: "le fez." Bright pink jacket with black lace, orange leggings, green sneakers and a blue helmet with the vertical Nazi spike on top. Really disturbing. He should put that psychologist brain of his to work and analyze that horrific outfit.

I don't know if you heard, but Kellie is coming home soon. China isn't working out for her, too many issues with the school and her apartment and homesickness. I'll be glad to see her again, but it's too bad she isn't staying for the experience.

I had my Copyright Law class today. The material isn't super interesting, plus the class is three hours long, so it makes it difficult to stay focused/awake. The teacher ran over by ten minutes, and I had another class immediately following his, so I got there late. I mean, immediately. Copyright Law ends at 4:30, Ensemble starts at 4:30. Ensemble is the class that you take to fulfill your performance requirement if you don't play any instruments. Once a week for an hour, you play some jams and have a half hour recital in December. 80% of your grade is attendence. The other 20% is participation during class. That's it. Yeehaw.

I have some reading to do for tomorrow's class, so I'm gonna get on that. The teacher for Entrepreneurship has organized the class roster in a random order, and will be calling on students in that order every day to describe and answer questions about the case study homework. In other words, if I don't read this, the odds are really good he'll call on me tomorrow. :-/

Peace. Except, not literally...

Let's go, de vik

Rock Band 2 is a lot of fun. It's essentially the exact same as the first one. There are some minor modifications to the menu screens that make navigating easier, but the game play itself is the exact same as before. That being said, the game play still kicks ass, cause it's effing Rock Band. It's taking some time for us to get through the first few venues to unlock the fun songs, but last night Jay sang "You Oughtta Know" and I laughed.

I spent last night trying to fall asleep and thinking of more backstory for my D&D character. I wanted to max out my character's Stealth ability, but I had a feeling most of the group would be like, "Dude, spread your abilities out a little, don't be so one sided." But then I came up with this fantastic story about my character, which would logically explain why he would make his Stealth so high. If you don't care about D&D, stop reading now.

After the defeat of Kalaral, the warlock who was trying to open a gateway to the demon world, Tawmi and his friends returned to the town of Winterhaven to relax and prepare for their next adventure. While the others set off to celebrate their victory, Tawmi headed straight for the inn where they were staying. He grabbed a quill and some parchment and began writing a letter to his father. Tawmi wanted to tell his father about his adventure, of the disaster he helped stop and the number of creatures he killed in the Raven Queen's name. He knew that he was his father's only chance to continue the family tradition of skilled Rangers, and his father would be enormously proud and happy to hear that his only son had succeeded in his first quest.

Tawmi handed the barkeep his letter, urging him to send it off immediately, as it's content was very important. The barkeep, in turn, handed a letter to Tawmi that had arrived a couple days after they left on their quest. Tawmi recognized the handwriting on the letter as his mother's immediately. Tawmi tore open the envelope and read the letter as quickly as he could. Tawmi's father had passed away.

Tawmi was crushed. Not only had he lost his father, but he also lost the opportunity to make him proud, to prove his worth as a Power Ranger. He knew his father had longed for his son to join in the family business, and now, he would never be able to see that wish fulfilled. Tawmi was wracked with sorrow, regret, guilt. He wandered the town aimlessly. He barely heard Chet and Raoul call to him from the local tavern over the roaring silence in his own heart. Soon, night fell, and Tawmi found himself in a graveyard, standing in front of a statue of the Raven Queen, her face hidden by her cloak. As Tawmi looked around at the others the Raven Queen had claimed, a flame seemed to leap up inside him, searing his throat. The words left his mouth before Tawmi had a chance to stop them.

"How could you do this to me?" Tawmi cried at the statue, "How could you take him from me now, of all times? I know death is nothing but the next adventure we must all take, but why now? When I was so close to proving myself to him, you stole him away! I have dedicated my life to your cause, and this is how you show your love for me? By spitting in my face? So be it, my queen. If you wish to renounce your love for me, I shall simply return the favor."

With that declaration, Tawmi spat into the face of the statue and strode off back to town. Tawmi renounced the god he had followed his entire life, and despite the night, the world around him seemed brighter and more alive than ever before, as though he had been living under a veil his entire life. Tawmi would continue to fight with the Unkindness of Ravens, and he would continue to send his enemies to meet the Raven Queen, but he would do so not because it is her will, but because it is his own will. He alone would choose his path now. The Raven Queen would have no say in how he lived his life. Tawmi was so determined to defy her will that he decided he would spend the rest of his life learning how to hide, to become invisible, so that when the time came for the Raven Queen to take him too, she would be unable to find him. In the end, Tawmi would have the final laugh.

Rock Band comes out tomorrow. It has Livin' on A Prayer. I think I've said enough.

D&D Update: Turns out we're starting up again next weekend, not two weeks. Which is even better. I've shifted my ranger to a dark, stealthy guy by getting different armor that boosts his stealth abilities. I did the math, and I decided that, if I put my mind to it, I can get my stealth level up to 21 by the time I reach level eight. That's absurdly high. I would pretty much be invisible at all times.

You can have my heart, but it will cost you yours...

So I haven't updated in a long time. Mainly because I haven't had the time to sit down and write in a long time, but also because I know only one person reads this, and I keep her well informed as it is.

So what has happened since I last updated? I started classes. They're going reasonably well. My Music Entrepreneurship class is madness. The teacher is one of those guys who asks you rhetorical questions directly, and you can never tell if you're supposed to answer. Plus, it's a 500 level class, and he expects "500 level amount and caliber of work" from us. I don't know how I feel about that. On the plus side, two of my other class decided that the scheduled times were really just too much for them to fill for a full semester. I started out with 15 hours of class a week, I'm down to 10. Music teachers are cool like that.

Last night, Rachel and I and a couple of friends went to the Paradise Rock Club for a Parker House and Theory. I would guesstimate that before the show began, I was the least excited for it. By the end, I was definitely having the most fun. Rachel and the others left early, but I stayed by myself to finish the show. Parker House rocks. If you don't know them, you should. I don't know why I wrote that, since the one of you who reads this turned me on to them in the first place. Anyway, we watched most of the show from the balcony, but I left the group for a few songs to hang out on the floor and it was a completely different show. You could feel the music in your body, and everyone around you is grooving and dancing. That's right, I danced. Me. Dancing. With people. It was uncanny. I never dance, but I think the live music made it a lot easier to let go. Something about the live band and the other fans was dance-inducing. The gin and tonic helped too.

I've kind of had this new philosophy since I shaved my head. New look, new attitude, kind of a thing. I go to parties now, I have conversations with people I don't know, and, apparently, I dance on the floor at concerts. Two months ago, I would have spent the night up in the balcony with my friends and left early. Now, I walk around clubs by myself, stay late and dance on the floor with hot strangers. I kind of like this.

Now I'm at work. I say "work," and not the name of the actual business, because in my last post, I actually wrote out "J--spot" and my blog appeared on my boss's Google Alerts. He forwarded me the alert, with the note "You can't hide from Google Alerts." I can't tell if I'm in trouble...

I got a message from Matt, our DM for Dungeons and Dragons. We're starting back up in two weeks! So excited. I've started refreshing my memory on the rules, equipment and what-not. Plus, he decreed that we can trade in any loot we picked up, such as armor or weapons, for anything of equal value. I trade in my Safewing Amulet (+1 to Reflex, Fortitude and Will saves, -10 ft of fall damage) for some Bracers of the Perfect Shot (+2 damage to all ranged attacks). I was gonna keep the armor I picked up, but then I started looking at the other armors available and I might change my mind.

Tell me what you think of this: A Fire Ranger. I'm already gonna purchase a flame augmentation that turns my arrows into flaming arrows of doom (my words, not theirs) and I found some fire armor that has similar effects. I definitely would love it if my character had a theme, like fire. Other people just take whatever equipment they can get their hands on, and you end up with a frost mage carrying a flame staff and wearing necromancer armor. It's kind of stupid that way, but whatever floats your dragonborn cleric's boat.

On a related note, Jay sent me the Player's Guide to Mutants and Masterminds. It's essentially the same thing as D&D, only instead of playing as elves and dwarves in a Lord of the Rings type world, youplay as mutants and superheroes in a comic book world. Totally more my type of thing. Jay said, and I agree without stealing his original ideas and claiming them as my own in a "Dear Kellie" fashion, that the most fun of D&D is the dice rolling, action stuff. The characters are cool and all, but that's not the kind of world we enjoy. The superhero thing would be so much better, but I doubt there's any way we can convince the other people to give up their game.

This is a long one. Maybe I'll take a break and come back later, if I find something else to say.

I don't like this dice, give me the big, black one.

So I'm re-enrolled. Hooray for doing what should have been done months ago. My dad paid the tuition bill, and I got the account block removed, so tomorrow is my first day of class. Music Recording 2 at 10:30am. And that's it. I only have one class tomorrow, and on Thursday, and only two on Friday. It's a nice schedule.

Also, Rachel, Ali and I are going to a Parker House and Theory concert tomorrow. I'm pretty excited. Yesterday I was kind of excited, now I'm pretty excited. Tomorrow, I'll be very excited. Friday, I'll be pumped. I'm looking forward to it.

What else? I'm at JamSpot. It's a very quiet night, so I'm just sitting around. I've been listening to the guys from Penny Arcade and PvP playing a game of Dungeons and Dragons. They recorded their session and I downloaded it months ago, but I never actually listened to it. It's pretty freaking funny. It makes me want to start playing DnD again.

We took a break when we finished the first main quest, and during the week following, we threw around some ideas about upgrading weapons and inventories and stuff, but then people went on vacation, went to work, went elsewheres, so we haven't played in a long time, and I don't know when we're starting back up again. I rationalize this by thinking our character's have spent the last two months carrying the crapload of loot we picked up in the last mission back to the town and selling it, piece by piece. We got a lot of loot.

I miss the Unkindness of Ravens. I miss Tawmi's kill count and Twin Strike. I miss Raven's silent brute force. I miss Mortimer's benevolence and scaly skin. I miss Raoul's quick strikes and absurdly high damage. I miss Chet's "leadership" and inspirational talks. I don't really miss Joe's character. In fact, I don't remember Joe's character name. It was like Jack, or something lame like that. It was a lot of fun.

Anyway, this is what I think about when I'm at work.

NOBODY would see that coming!

I lose. Rachel wins.

What did I do today? I went to The Q for six hours, and got out early. Then Jay and some other guys were watching football. I don't mind watching football. It's not bad, but I don't go crazy nuts for it either. I realized today, watching with these guys, that they actually care more about their fantasy league than they do the actual score. Three of them had their laptops open, constantly checking stats and scores, comparing players and yadda yadda yadda. I don't actually know how it works, but there it is. I'm not in any league, so I left. Jay was actually more interested in Samurai Girl on ABC Family than the game. We missed a huge play because he wanted to see what happened to the Samurai Girl.

Also, I think I'm gonna pull a Chris this semester. If you're reading this, then you're probably about to ask me what "pulling a Chris" means on IM, so I may as well just tell you now. Pulling a Chris means not being able to afford school anymore. I have an large unpaid bill, which puts a financial block on my account, which means I can't complete the I Am Here Registration for fall classes, which means they'll all get dropped Tuesday night and I'll be out of school for a semester. I don't know how my parents expect me to pay that, particularly when I borrowed money from them last week to make rent.

Other than that, life's pretty good.

Also, I found out Eric Zagorda doesn't have much time left. I knew him freshman year, and then he found out he had leukemia so he disappeared for three years. Tonight, Jay tells me that a bunch of people are going to visit him on Saturday "while there's still time." The drugs used during his chemotherapy apparently messed up his brain and cost him his cognition or something. So sorry, so sad.

I noticed you threw 'stocky' in there.

Huh, I thought I updated this yesterday. Interesting...

Anyway, last night at The Q was pretty miserable. The A/C broke down a few days ago, which anywhere else might not be too bad. But when you work in a windowless restaurant with a single fan standing next to a giant toaster oven, it gets a little warm. And by a little warm, I mean very hot. There was a thermometer that said 82 at one point. At the end of the night, I had to wash the dishes with hot water. I almost fainted twice. Not even joking. On the plus side, I made nine bucks in tips. So that's something.

I went back to Stop and Shop today to take advantage of the last of their Labor Day sale. I saw two people wearing white. Tsk tsk. I also saw my cousin walking across the street. She lives a few blocks over from us. I yelled and waved, but I don't think she recognized me without hair. Oh well, it's always fun to freak out people.

I don't have to work today, so instead I did laundry, got groceries and am currently cleaning my room. Call me Mr. Productive. Actually, don't, cause that's a dumb name.

HOT GIRL UPDATE:

The people who moved in upstairs put their names on the mailbox for the mailman this morning. Living with Gil are Todd, Laura, Vanessa and Margo. So we have three very real candidates for Hot Girl. I'm an optimistic person, though, and I know hot girls, like lionesses, move in packs. Where there's one, there's three. Odds are good at least one is single.

Maddog is known for his action, not his accuracy.

HOT GIRL UPDATE:

I don't think I've mentioned the Hot Girl yet. Yesterday, on my way to work, I saw a hot girl going down the stairs of my building. She was leaving the third floor apartment, heading down with a man, who I presume is her father. Their arms were empty. I grabbed my bike from its spot and went to the curb, where I noticed the Hot Girl again, only this time she and her father were carrying stuff into the building. Very clearly moving in, right? I immediately sent Jay a text, calling dibs.

Later, chatting with Ken, I mentioned the Hot Girl, and he claimed that the people upstairs hadn't moved out yet, and the girl I saw was the girl who lived there all year. I maintained that I had seem the old girl before, and I didn't recognize the Hot Girl, ergo, not the same person. Discussion ensued.

Tonight, while taking out the trash, some guy I didn't know was coming in the building. I introduced myself, and found out his name is Gil, and he just moved into the third apartment with three other people. Now, this is where it gets dicey. One of three things is going on: One, Hot Girl lives with Gil and some other guys. Not unheard of; in fact, the people who had the apartment last year were three guys and a girl. Two, Hot Girl is Gil's (or another of the roommates') live-in girlfriend. Certainly the Occam's Razor solution. Finally, the third option is that I was wrong and Hot Girl was moving out and no girls, hot or otherwise, live upstairs. Clearly, I don't think it's the third option. Further investigation is warranted.

I'm Tom Jane...

Oh man, worst grilling ever.

Adam bought some delicious looking steaks to grill up for everyone for the holiday. Marinated, choice cuts, real good stuff. We grill them up and they look gorgeous. I mean, I'm excited to eat them. Unfortunately, we still have to cook the corn first. So we take the steaks off and throw on the corn. I suggest to Adam, "Hey, why don't you go upstairs and throw those steaks in the oven on its lowest setting. Keep them warm."

"Sure thing," he says. "No problem," he says.

About ten minutes later, we're all standing around outside, chatting. I think to myself, "I should go check on the steaks, make sure the kitchen hasn't burned down or something." I go upstairs, and immediately my spider-sense starts tingling. Turns out, Adam set the oven on the lowest BROIL setting. Disaster.

Long story short, we just ordered some pizza.

OK, posting for reals.

Got back to Boston at 1030. Read comics until The Q. Worked an extra hour to cover someone else's break, but it was so busy he never got a chance to take his break. So when I left, he went on his break and the manager had to work. He was in a bad mood by then. Also, I'm not very good yet. That probably didn't help his mood.

This weekend was pretty good. I saw Dani for a few hours, which was nice. We watched Son of Rambow. It's a British film about a Mormon kid who accidentally sees Rambo and goes crazynuts about it. He and his only friend make a new film about Rambo's son. I thought it was supposed to be a comedy, but it wasn't so much. It was cute, but in a unnerving sort of way. I recommend it, but only barely.

Rachel, Jesse, Bobby and I went bowling Saturday night. Sort of fun. I got into a rhythm of using two very specific balls every time, but one of them was cracked and cut my thumb a little bit each time, but I didn't want to change balls cause then they wouldn't be the same. Made sense at the time.

Does anyone else do that? I put my dollars in my wallet so they're all facing forward, right side up. When a deck of cards has a picture on the backs, I rotate them all so they're facing the same way. Is that weird? I like it when things are the same.

Pepsi has re-released their Lemon Pepsi. Only now it's called NFL Kick-off Pepsi, with a Kick of Lemon. Delicious.

On the down side, Jay went to Qdoba for dinner, but I had already had Quiznos. Only just now did I remember that tomorrow is Labor Day, which means the end of their Double Points Summer. I'm hoping that tomorrow is included in that, cause the more points the better. Jay and I are getting an early lunch / late breakfast there. I think I'll just buy two burritos. If you don't know what the Qdoba Points thing is, you don't eat there enough.

Hey, guess how many notes there are in this song!

Back in Boston. We rocked and we rolled. We played Water Pong. Rachel bowled a turkey. Watched "Son of Rambow." It was fun. Really tired right now.

That is all.

Cars and Trucks need Gasoline

So I'm home. Been awake for three hours, already remember why I don't come home very often. Chris went to Pennsylvania for the weekend, Kellie's in China, Dani won't be around till tomorrow night, Jesse's at his mom's and Rachel is doing Rachel stuff. It's not even that there's nobody around, it's that there's no one to even talk to. Fortunately, Law and Order starts in twelve minutes. This is what I do at home.

If there was anything to do anywhere, I'd go. I have a car, I have money (kind of) I just don't have any ideas. At least, nothing to do by myself. I had a ton of ideas for us all to do, but no one can / wants to. Ergo, Law and Order.

Went to dinner at Treadwell's last night. Apparently my parents and the bassist from Enter the Haggis are, like, real good friends. He lives in Freeport too, and they hang out from time to time. I knew that all the Haggisheads (like Deadheads, only for Haggis) knew the band from all the shows they've been to, but I didn't realize that Mark (the bassist) has a three year old son who calls my mom "Nana Sue." Cute kid.

I got my first paycheck from Quiznos- I'm sorry, "The Q" yesterday. 75 bucks for ten hours. I'm raking it in now. That is all.

This is what I just lost. Well, not lost. More like, didn't gain. Some lady on Craigslist was giving away her chinchillas and I wanted one. She wouldn't give away her cage though, cause she's keeping some of her chins, so I would have to buy a new cage. And food. And bedding. And a crap load of extra gear. Plus, you're supposed to let them out every night to run around freely, an activity I myself am nervous to do in our apartment, let alone a tiny chinchilla.

Today, I helped cater a seminar at Brigham Women's with Quizno's. Apparently, doctors are really pissy when you don't immediately serve them food. Nothing like Scrubs at all. Also, Quizno's employees don't call it Quizno's. We work at The Q. I kid you not.

Now I'm at JamSpot, chillaxing. I got paid today, which means I can buy myself dinner. I haven't eaten today. OH I also finally signed up for a fourth class for the fall semester that starts in two weeks. Talk about putting it off. Class registration began in March, and I just finished now. My schedule for Sept-Dec is as follows:

Monday: Music Recording 2 (1030-1145), Copyright Law (130-430), Ensemble (430-530)
Tuesday: Senior Seminar (950-1130), Music Entrepreneurship (1130-130)
Wednesday: Music Recording 2 (1030-1145)
Thursday: Music Recording 2 (1030-1145)
Friday: Senior Seminar (950-1130), Music Entrepreneurship (1130-130)

You read that right. I'm out by 130 every day but Mondays. If you were wondering how I'm gonna work at JamSpot AND The Q AND take classes, that's how. Also, that's four music electives. We in the Music Department call that "ideal." Others call that ridiculously easy. Either way, it should be fun.

Wow, got a new job, started a blog, finalized my classes. It's been a busy few days for me. That is all.

The beginning . . . it's where it begins

So Kellie started a blog. She's going to China and decided to record her exploits in blog form. This is me trying to emulate my friends achievements in order to feel better about my own life. About 75% of this blog will be fictional. I think that's the best way to handle it.

Today was uneventful. I woke up around noon. Watched some of The Office Season 4 on DVD (god bless Cambodia) . Went to work at Quiznos. Did I not mention I work at Quiznos? Yeah, started this week. I know what you're thinking, Skepty McSkepterson. Didn't you work at Wollaston's? Didn't you hate that? Didn't you go to work three times in two months towards the end? What's the difference between Wollaston's and Quiznos? Max of six hour shifts, plenty of tips, free drinks and half off my sandwiches, that's what. Half off. That's a large prime rib cheese steak for four dollars. Beat that, you smarmy codger!

British euphemisms are my new thing.

If you're interested, I'm starting a pool on how long this lasts. That is all.