Such an effing shame

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(And no, smartass, this isn't about 7th Heaven or Kitchen Confidential.)

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In hoc signo vinces

Tuesday I met Barbara Boxer... if you don't know who that is, she's a US Senator from California. She's one of those tax-and-spend liberals your momma warned you about, but I got to shake her hand and talk with her a few minutes. Why? Well, she came to my bookstore to sign copies of her new novel. And guess what? She's awesome. I wasn't planning to do more than say hello, but my boss put me in charge of the event, so I got to stand there next to her and keep the line under control. She was very nice and down-to-earth, which is a far cry from how she's usually portrayed. I didn't ask any really in-depth questions (too many people) but we did chat about the VA gubernatorial election, which, by the way, was safely delivered into the hands of Tim Kaine. That's because he got my vote. My 0-6 voting streak is at an end. I'm partying like the Houston Texans.

That was my second-to-last day at B. Dalton. Yesterday was my last day, and next week I enter a life phase I haven't seen in over two years for more than a month at a time: I will have only one job. But since the pay is like 1.8 times the B. Dalton per hour rate, I'll actually be making a lot more with fewer hours.

My last day was uneventful. I actually felt like putting forth a little effort, and my bosses made sure I didn't just float on out on my last day. They gave me a card and gift certificate for the movie theatre. Sweet. What's odd is that I was dreading the final goodbye--not because it'd be hard not seeing these people anymore, but because there were some interpersonal tensions that were left unresolved. The "cashwrap supervisor," a person I worked with every day, suddenly ceased talking to me/started ignoring me about two months ago, and I never found out why. Well, we never talked about it, and she left work early on my last day without saying a word. So it stays unresolved. But I have no idea why it happened in the first place.

Anyway, no more 10 pm bedtimes and 5:32 bus rides for me! I feel like I'm growing up.

I'm also looking for a school-credit internship for next semester, and the National Geographic Society seems to want me. Hopefully, my interview next week won't reveal that I can't actually create websites with the ease they want me to.

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I got up and ran this morning. My legs are killing me. I've gained a lot of weight since the wedding, and my weight has always been a struggle, so I'm hoping that moving a little more will help me shed some pounds. I'm trying to eat better as well, but that's always the most difficult part.

I also smoked today... 3 cigs. Such a hard addiction to break. Guh. I've been doing pretty well lately, but I can't be trusted when I'm alone.

Trying to pay more attention to studies... I really buckled down and got some work done yesterday, but I'm still not paying as much attention to school as I should. Those of you who knew me as an undergrad know how I either studied way to hard or neglected studies altogether, and last year I barely studied or read at all (part of that was working 45 hours a week to pay rent, but hey...) so I'm doing better if you use that as a yardstick.

I still feel like I'm not approaching my life head-on. I need some friends up here.

Ok, enough of the ramblings. Great damn, I suck.

I'm also planning to make some mix tapes/CDs for friends of mine. I've lost some of my music edge (due to short funds, lack of free time, and my whininess about not having an iPod... I know, wah) and I want to use this to reconnect with people. If you're interested in one, let me know. I'm making one as a gift for my secret santa gift on Vagrant, and I owe Debbie's friend Alicia one too, so this will hopefuly be the start of regular thing.

Also, Joe, call me with your new #. I lost it.

Holy Crap!

Whoa, I've finally got a blog! I'm not sure what exactly I'll do with it yet, but we'll have to wait and see.

I've been a bit depressed lately, and I know that's the worst reason in the world to start one of these things. Let's hope it doesn't turn into a collection of bad-eighth-grade-poetry ramblings. No guarantees though.

I don't really have much to say now. I hope this thing isn't a total disaster. Cheers for now.

On a very happy side note, my blushing bride turns 25 today! I tell you, being with an older woman is where it's at.

Here's a link to some distraction... enjoy. I want to be this guy.