A triumphant return by popular demand

The last blog post was on May 7^th. On May 8^th I went out for a night on the town with the guys instead of staying in to write a blog. I enjoyed some of the best chicken wings I have ever experienced, hung out with some of my best friends, and took in the Halifax nightlife. I didn’t even regret it, which was weird. Old Man Lever didn’t believe me, but his grasp on reality is being distorted by a Photoshop power trip anyway.

“Little John is starting up his own KKK. He has the burning cross, now all he needs is Walmart to start a sale in the linen department”

You know what the most rewarding part about taking part in a blogging competition? That feeling of relaxation you get to enjoy once you are no longer a participant. Being obligated to write at least 300 words a day is, to put it nicely, tedious. But once you stop, you suddenly gain an appreciation of the free time you otherwise would have squandered.

 

It feels like writing that last word on your final exam and just sitting there, soaking in the world as everyone else struggles to finish. A world which, for a that moment only, expects nothing of you. It feels like that first moment of summer when you realize that you have no commitments and can do as you please. Driving around in GTA without a mission, only you and the hooker riding shotgun, looking for ramps to jump off of and pedestrians to hit.

And in this case only, it felt like pulling a grueling energy-drink fuelled all-nighter to finish an assignment. Knowing that there are improvements you could make if your eyelids weren’t so heavy, but passing it in with a sense of pride anyway. It wasn’t your best work, but it was still better than most of your peers.

 

I’m happy with the IMBC bronze medallion. I’ll wear my consolation prize with pride. I’ve enjoyed my break, so I guess I can start writing again.

 

I’ll be the first to admit, I miss seeing “Exploration of Mayhem” pop up in my RSS feed. And I talk to myself all the time, so it’s not like I was missing out on anything. But you poor creepers, I’m not entirely sure how you have survived. I suspect it involves joining a vampire cult and feasting on the blood of unsuspecting arts students. I’ll be buying a garlic watch-strap just in case. You aren’t getting any of my delicious type-o negative goodness.

 

Right there, I almost went on a tirade about my blood type, giving blood and a phobia I’d need to battle. Then I realized that I don’t have a word quota anymore, so I don’t need to start typing as soon as an idea strolls into my head like he owns the place. This blogging without rules thing really is going to take some getting used to.

As of now, I am finishing up the final week of my 5 week project. I’ve been emailing resumes like crazy with little to no reply. At this point I think I’m going to bite the bullet, take a walk to the gas station down the street and hand them a resume. It’s in walking distance so gas money wouldn’t be an issue. With gas prices as they are, it may even be more cost effective to walk to a minimum wage job than it is to drive to a higher paying job.

But if I was to walk to work, what in the hell would I do with that car I bought? I purchased a used car for the sole purpose of driving to whatever summer job I found. Well, that’s not the only reason. Not relying on people for transportation is a major bonus too. That, and I needed a way to get to my classes next year because A-ron and I are taking different classes, so our schedules wouldn’t match up. Now I am in the process of relearning how to drive. It’s been a year and a half since my road test, which was my last time behind the wheel. And that didn’t involve driving a stick, which is a whole different ballgame in itself.

I am also going to be looking for a new blog host. Try out a couple and pick the best one. I really don’t like the fact that you need an account to make a comment on vox. I like readers input and don’t want to lose that as soon as a registration screen pops up. I understand the Piratebay guys set up some sort of blog service, I think that will be my first stop. I’ll certainly post a link here when I finally make the transition.

 

Get back to your bloodsucking and avoiding mirrors, and whatever the hell else you fanged transylvanian freaks do. I’m out.