:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 4.27.2003 ::

Well, sorry to those 5,999,999,998 of you who did not get the chance to vote regarding my spectacular decision of what I should buy. But to the two of you who did: I may be both investing in a small independent film and sticking some of it into saving. And for the rest of you in suspense: the winner is... the bike. Yes, I am the proud owner of a new mountain bike. It was a close decision between the "cruiser" bike with one gear and a classic form, and the mountain bike with 21 gears and the utility of being able to be ridden anywhere.But, the lure of the mountian trails around here finally won out.

The part of being a working man that sucks the most is that I still have not finished school. In three days I am supposed to have a paper in the hands of my department head in Manhattan, Kansas., two thousand miles from where I now sit, staring at a computer screen and trying to motivate myself to write. I worked 145 hours in the last two weeks, handled projects worth more that my entire life, and made decisions requiring professional knowledge and expertise - to create a three page paper about my experience doesn't seem like something that I should be dealing with. But, I am just bitching - five days ago I was pissing about them giving me too much responsibility and work that was way over my head, now its just the opposite. I just need to knuckle up and write the damn thing. Still, I feel like pulling an RJP and just calling up ol' DanDon and telling him I'm just not going to be doing this paper.

Congratulations to Kevin Millwood - good D, buddy, good D.

"Back off your rules, back off your jive, 'cause I'm sick of not living to stay alive. Leave me alone, I'm not asking a lot, just don't want to be controlled..."
:: Freddy F. at 9:10 PM [+] ::