Abort / Retry / Ignore

Here’s me: Freshman PennState University engineering student with 14 credits this semester. Works as consultant at computer lab. Does chemistry research once a week with chem professor.

Here’s me: Living at home, parents and scholarship paying tuition. Money to burn from my part-time job. Driver’s license and reliable car and no one keeping tabs on me.

Here’s me: Trusted and cared for by my family, with lots of friends hither and thither upon this continent.

Here’s my next semester: 19-credit courseload, working at the computer lab on weekends and maybe I’ll squeeze research in somewhere.

Here’s my summer: Open. I’ll probably take 8 credits worth of classes to get ahead of the game (and keep my PSU Napster subscription) and do research with my university, which is cool because…

These positions are located in various Penn State departments and are open to undergraduate students who are majoring in physics, chemistry, material science, all branches of engineering, etc. and have an interest in materials research. …

The period of the program for the summer of 2007 are from May 31st to August 4th. …

Students will receive a stipend of $4,000 for the summer.

Notice the lean $4000 stipend? The fact that I have no personal costs of my own? Even if I work not at all next semester, I’ll have money at hand after the summer. Add in a new platinum credit card, a host of new clothing from holiday shopping, a digital camera and an exploratory spirit…

And you have my winter plans.

I’m goin’ to Boston.

Yes!

Good news: I got a job. I’ll be working three days a week delivering eggs from a local farm to various stores around the Denver area. It’s a local job, so I won’t be spending the night away from home.

Bad news: My wife was in an accident. She’s fine, Diego’s fine, car’s totalled. Wife might have a little whiplash and she’s a bit weird from the meds they gave her, but she’s good. Seatbelts and carseats save lives.

My son turns three years old today. Happy birthday. Hooray and whatnot.

*jiggles*

I’m not back, but I’m posting to assure all two of you that I’m not yet dead, either.

I’ve posted a new chapter of Gathered Flowers, which you can read. You can but you don’t have to. Wait, yes you do.

I’m still working on getting a new job. I had an interview today. I still have no internet or television in the new apartment, and my computer is nearly dead. Can’t play games on it anymore.

Thus, I am bored. I am going to sign up with a temp service just to get some cash while I work on getting a real job…

Also, I’m working on a new Facial Styling, but it’s not ready yet.

Happy new year to all. Unless you’re Chinese. In which case, you have twenty-seven more days left of the year of the dog rooster.

My resolution for the year is, as far as I’m concerned, a pretty big one: I’m going to get something published. Anything between a full-length novel (difficult) and a short story in a magazine (relatively simpler). At this point, I don’t even care if I’m only paid in contributor’s copies, as long as something of mine gets out there. Though I know certain men’s magazines pay in the thousands if they want one of your stories.

What’s your resolution?

I took a quiz. But what I won’t take is responsibility for the code that follows. It’s their code, not mine.

You Should Get a PhD in Liberal Arts (like political science, literature, or philosophy)

You’re a great thinker and a true philosopher. You’d make a talented professor or writer.

What Advanced Degree Should You Get?

So, there you go. I’m a dork. Professor is exactly what I’d like to do. Someday.

And another, just for fun:

Your Personality Profile

You are pure, moral, and adaptable. You tend to blend into your surroundings. Shy on the outside, you’re outspoken to your friends. You believe that you live a virtuous life… And you tend to judge others with a harsh eye. As a result, people tend to crave your approval.

The World’s Shortest Personality Test

Okay, no more. Seriously. Those things are messing up my code validation. Not that I couldn’t fix them. I just don’t want to.