:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 6.22.2004 ::

Alright, so what have I done in the last couple days to keep busy while I [impatiently] wait to get my official job notice in the mail?

Well, I read Now, Discover Your Strengths and took the subsequent test to determine my "inherent" strengths. I seem to have some good potential in those strengths I have, but really none of it was suprising. I'm mean c'mon - what kind of test do you have to take to find out that I enjoy organization.

Spent a little time at my favorite watering hole. Heard the famous line "Dude, I'm starting this fucking punk rock fucking email group - give me your fucking email address and I'm going start this shit" no less than twice. I'm beginning to think that J might not own a computer or even fully understand what an email address is.

I searched for an apartment in Ann Arbor via the "web." I think I have some good leads, I just need to follow them up. Or if anyone out there knows a cousin or buddy who's got a sweet place downtown that he gets for dirt cheap and he wants to move out, let me know.

Did a little wrenching on the blog, cleaned up some dead links, added the comments, dusted the whole thing off a bit. I feel it's ready to take me into the next phase of life.

Made a great audio-battle CD: Old 97's Too Far to Care vs. The Rentals' Return of the Rentals. Smokin'. For crying out loud, My Summer Girl is a freakin five/four count (I think)! I can hardly bob my head to it without getting confused.

Found this site. Pretty fucking rad.

I tried to re-find the Last Sane Nebraskan. Remember that kid from last year. Man, that kid was crackers. Instead I found this which was pretty random. But, if that kid kept fucking things up like he was, maybe this is what became of him... wait, I found it here. Doesn't look like he's been talking for a while. Dammit. That was always good for some laughs. Maybe I'll try to call him again.

And I stumbled onto this guy's website. You remember him? Yeah, crazy. Just random searching. This guy was my best friend until sixth grade. Couldn't find anything more recent - anyone going to a five-year class reunion that might be able to shed some light?

"You believe in cards, and you believe in signs, and I'll be leavin' soon..."


:: Freddy F. at 9:45 AM [+] ::