oh hey, it's me, you remember... the asshole. just ask anyone who has seen me in the past 2 years and they'll tell you, i'm the biggest jerk in three states. but i guess that's ok, someone's gotta let everyone know that the rose-colored glasses they're wearing have a huge smudge on them. it's a burden i'm willing to bear.



nevermind i'm aparently one of the few who isn't living in a fucking dream world somewhere; the real one sucks and looking to God is the only redemption for it.
God alone, not social programs
God alone, not political rhetoric
God alone, not you and me (period).


nevermind this world is full of greedy, self-involved people (yours truely included)
nevermind you can't change the past, just be sorry for it.

nevermind you've made mistakes in the past; that need to be forgiven.

nevermind

aparently finding a girlfriend while in college is a taboo. this is especially the case if you happen to be enrolled at a small, christian, liberal arts type school, huntington college for instance. i can see how even the idea of looking for someone who might potentially have the same views and values as you is a bit off-putting, but please bear with me. i think there's something to be said for someone who values thier values and wants to share thier life with someone who is on the same page, but let's be honest what are the odds of finding a good christian girl at a christian school (all joking aside)? oh right, they're really, really, really, good. now the girl who brought the idea of not at least considering looking for a mate while at school makes a descent point as far as not considering your school the only place to find your mate. however, it's easy for her to make this point because she has already found a mate. But wait, she found him at a small, christian, liberal arts school, like Huntington.
i find it odd that this is often the case. the people who scream the loudest about this issue are those who already have someone. i find it even more odd that until they found that special someone their whole life was a lament about not having someone. 'oh whoa is me! i've found my soulmate, but it will never work out because i'm too blinded by my desire to be with someone that i can't see that he's/she's not really my soulmate.' now you tell me how this person can have the sack to criticize me when i mention to them the fact that it'd be nice to be with someone. after seeing preoccupation with finding someone dancing in her eyes for years i'm blown away by the comments made to me by her earlier today.
so i guess if looking for someone to be with at this school is out of the question i must be doomed to die alone! oh well, i guess i'll just go wallow in my gigantic pool of self-pity (aparently i have one! who knew?) ,come to grips with the fact that i suck and pray to God that I get a date before I die.

last night i felt the weight of the world lift from my shoulders. some may think that this happened because i finished my last assignment for my last class in college or maybe because i finally got some things sorted out in my life... but no, the correct answer is that last night was my last shift at the village pantry. oh my, the things i have learned in my time at 3301 morrison road. for instance, did you know that not all gas stations have cameras at the gas pumps and if you are sneaky you never have to pay for gas again in your life? or maybe that hoosier lottery scratch-off tickets are specially marked so that you can tell which ones are likely to be winners before you even scratch them off? how bout the fact that "fresh baked" donuts are really just defrosted and heated up every night. a fountain drink costs about 10 cents (conservatively) and they are able to doop people into paying $1.27, a 20 oz. soda costs the company less than a dollar and they can sell them for $1.48...strange it seems to me. my store did 5 figures in business every single day of the week, that's over 10,000 every single day of the year...usually closer to 15K-17K...zoinks.
however, the money isn't of great interest to me. what intrigues me is the consistent behaviors of people that severely piss convinience store employees off. these are a few pet peeves of mine and points of etique for the reader to consider:
1. Please, dear God, stop taking on your damn cell phone long enough to pay for whatever you have.
2. Have your ID ready (there are only about 400 stickers between the door and the counter telling you this, don't look at us like we're from Mars when you get carded).
3. Don't ignore the cashier when he/she greets you. At least have the common descency to utter a simple "hi" when you are greeted.
4. Take that cigarette out of your mouth before you begin talking to us. I hate having smoke from your cheap-ass, $1.99 a pack smokes blown in my face just because you can't stand to take the 10 cent hit to the wallet.
5. Convenience store shopping is not rocket surgery. get in, get out, get away from me. Don't stand around playing the quarter machine or the pull-tab lottery. No one in thier right mind should want to spend thier valuable time in a place like this w/out getting paid...so bugger off.
6. Don't walk in at a busy time with a stack of lottery tickets 3 inches thick and have the gall to ask, "do you have time to check these?"
7. Don't scratch off lottery tickets at the front of a 6 person line.
8. Don't expect culinary excellence from a gas station.
9. For the love of Pete never, ever, ever ask, "do you have a restroom" before looking around and noticing the 5 foot long sign with 'restroom' emblazened on it.
10. Lastly, do not use the freakin' gas station as a bank. We don't want to change in $50 in ones so your already large ass is more comfortable. Don't come in and by 10 $500 money orders at 11:30 at night...yes thats 5000 cash, you tell me what's going on. We are not money-launderers you drug peddling, louis vuitton wearing, lexus driving, wanna be gang bangers.

so christmas openhouse was tonight. for those of you out of the loop on this, it's a taylor institution. every year the guys on my floor go nuts and spend 3-4 days decorating our floor so the rest of campus can come and oogle about it. the theme for this year was christmas in the 70's and as usual it was a smash. our lobby was a studio 54 type disco and each hallway had a theme to build on; 70's movies and tv, 70's pop culture, and 70's music respectively. my hall was 70's music, or at least four of the songs from that era. beginning with 'the carwash, 'i shot the sheriff', 'kung foo fighting', and 'hotel california', there were four songs represented in a 50 foot length of hall. as it happens my door was right in the 'i shot the sheriff' section which was adorned as a jail with a sheriff slumped over his desk, shot in the back, original huh? so here i was for much of the 4 hours of this nontypical weeknight openhouse, listening to bob marley's rendition of the song on a constant loop. some might say 'cool, bob marley', not true. alan jackson said 'too much of a good thing is a good thing' but while bob marley is incredible, some things just shouldn't be done. after the mahem i take stock of the evening; overall tonight was a good night. catching up with old friends, a run to steak 'n' shake with my penthouse brothers, a phone call from my sister, a chat with a great friend, bob marley, ya know all the things that really matter.