Wow. It's been two years and a week? A lot has happened:

1. I was promoted to Director of Academic Services
2. I met a wonderful girl named Lindsey
3. Lindsey has a son named Milo (from the way back)
4. Lindsey and I moved in together

Things are pretty good.

That is all.

When the band I am in becomes famous, and we begin touring, I will see to it that we have shirts printed in size 2-XL.  And perhaps a few in 3-XL.  And maybe a few of those One Size Fits All bedtime shirts that are designed for women and little kids, who choose not to wear shorts in the summertime.  Seriously, though, I can sneak into an XL, but it's kind of tight.  A 2X is much more appropriate at this time.  And I know I should shed a few pounds.  And I intend to do that.  But, Goddamn, would a few 2X shirts from rock bands be too much to ask for?!? 

Job searching is a bear. I have the luxury of decent employment during the ongoing activity that bustles around searching, anxiety being one of the heaviest bustlers. I'm entering adulthood, and I can't figure out how in the Hell to do it. I guess there's no one answer, and there sure as Hell isn't a guidebook. Well, I'm sure there is a guidebook, but I'm not going to rely on "Becoming an Adult for Dummies" to tell me that I need to make my car payment on time.

I think there needs to be a class in college that teaches you this stuff. Seriously. It could take place during the final semester. It would teach you about being a supervisor, as opposed to a supervisee. It would teach you about finance, family, and the professor could warn you about the sharp cliff off of which your social life was about to dive. It could be called "Excursions in Being Human" or "Welcome to Real Fucking Life" or "Here's Your Diploma, Shithead. Enjoy!" Something like that. And at the end of the class the professor wouldn't give a final exam. There would be no fifteen page paper to turn in. Instead, there would be one last kegger. One last time to get real smashed and make-out session with that one who finally got away, only you would know that it was going to be the last time, so you could tell her what you always wanted to. Then, you could throw up on the driver's side floor of your Cavalier.

Wow. This is when I say "Gee, I sure haven't posted around here in a long time. I wonder if anyone's removed their link to this page?"

I was in Pittsburgh over the weekend for my friend Megan's wedding. She used to be my roommate in college, and my parents are constantly telling me that it's a shame that I wasn't going to be marrying her. Thanks. There's nothing that can make you feel better than your parents attempting to direct your love life, especially when the M-word is used. Anyhow, the drinks flowed nicely, and my friend Aaron was kind enough to drive me the 1/8 mile from the reception hall to the hotel, because he wasn't sure I'd make it by myself. :) That's comical.

Between brief sleeps, I watched Mystic River last night. There were some poorly acted scenes. My friend Aaron pointed out one in which there was a struggle between two men and a group of twenty cops. It took all twenty cops to hold down these two men. There were a couple actors struggling to find someone to grapple with. Again, comical.

I'm moving in with my friend Craig at the end of next week. It's going to be nice to kick it in a house. My car's excited about having a garage, I'm sure. I'm looking forward to having a full kitchen and access to a keyboard. You begin to forget how you used to take such things for granted.

Bruger's has good bagels, but their coffee is just slightly above average at best.

I'm heading to Pittsburgh today for my friend Megan's bachelorette party. We're heading to a Pirates game. (They've won 7 in a row, by the way.) There's suppsoed to be a mean tailgate beforehand.

I went to Detroit with my friend Craig the other day. We saw Iron and Wine play a set at the Magick Stick. It was fairly lame, but not because of the band. You can see a great review of it here.

I forgot to mention that I've spiked down a job for the fall. I'll be Assistant to the Registrar at CIA, where I curently spend my 9 to 5s. It's not quite where I want to be on the payscale, but it's a start. I'm still continuing my search, but this is a lot better than frying donuts at Amy Joy down on the corner by Boston Market...

I had Indian food for dinner this evening. I never thought that ginger would taste good with garlic, but it was fan-friggin-tastic.

If you asked my what my favorite album is right now, I'd say Achilles Heel by Pedro the Lion. The song writing isn't quite as good as that on It's Hard to Find a Friend, but it's a nice return to the PTL roots after Control, Winners..., etc. While those are good albums, Bazaan was able to admit that it was somewhat of a musical mistaken identity. I'm just not a fan of concept albums. I think it's cool if an album has a central theme. The Get Up Kids are known for that. Something to Write Home About was based around life on tour. Their new album is all about divorce and separation. Cool. But taking two albums to tell the story of a man who killed people and wound up in Heaven is a little much for me. Leave those long dramatic stories to other mediums. Books, film, whatever. Point: There are better places to tell long stories.

I'm really pleased with my car. It seems to have a good balance of just about everything from power to mileage, sporty-ness to class. I'd feel comfortable with it at the golf course or the rock show. I guess it's fitting for me.

Well, time for bed. Works calls early these days.

I just got back from a nice weekend at home. It included purchasing a 2001 Mitsubishi Galant. It isn't the nicest car on the market, but I'm more than happy with it, considering it's my first car purchase. I don't think it will inhale gas with quite the intensity of my dad's truck.

Alright, off for middle eastern food.

Wow... It's been some time since I've gotten around to doing anything aside from working and searching for jobs.

In the meantime, I've gotten my first job rejection letter ever. It came from Youngstown State, where I'd applied for a position that was the equivalent of Director of Orientation. I guess they hired someone with more experience. Understandable. Also, there were 120 applicants for this job, and I was one of five they interviewed. Not too shabby, I suppose. I guess it's like dating the hot girl. You weren't the first pick, but it was nice to know that she let you drive her to the bar, even though she went home with someone else.

I'm currently at my friend Aaron's. He and his family have move to Sharon, PA, which is just outside the Ohio border. It's nice to have some friends, who are basically family, in the area. If people had more support in their lives, there would be less crime. That's a fact. Read the psychological research.

And, oh yeah, I've got a full-time job! I'm going to be Assistant to the Registrar at CIA, where I'm currently working. It's nice to have the comfort of knowing the organizational culture, knowing that you may be able to accomplish some things in your first job.