The Old Times Were Never That Great

So it's all settled. Anthony is having his Thanksgiving on Wednesday at American Pie Company in Sherman with friends that love him. This is an open invitation for anyone who else who wants to be there, as well. As of now, it's just Anthony, Kate, Christian, and me. It promises to be a great time. I haven't figured out a time for these activities, but I don't get out of work until 5, and it takes me about 40 minutes to get home from work. So I figure it would probably be a good idea to leave soon after that. Alright, now that I'm done being completely selfless, let's move on.

You know what's pretty crazy? I am almost completely done with school. In a couple weeks I will be a college graduate. And I'm pretty psyched about that, for sure. College has not been a thrill a minute for me, really. And I'm glad that I'll be done with it. Fuckin' college, man. It killed my love of music. Don't get me wrong, I got a great education in music from the school, but some of my classmates were the pits. There were just so many pretentious people there. And I'd get a ton of shit from these kids because I didn't just listen to jazz. It was pretty lame, and I probably shouldn't have majored in music, but I did and I'm not too worried about it. I'm happy with the knowledge I've gained in my four and a half years at college, but I'm psyched to leave. I guess I'll miss finding the one or two attractive girls in class, and just looking at them while class went on around me. But that was more of just a distraction from boredom in some of my less than stellar classes. Plus, with my music degree, I'll be able to apply for the job of rock star. And that will ensure that my attractive girl watching can continue on past college. I hear that's how these things work. Speaking of, did anyone see Adam Lambert's racy performance at the AMAs? No? Me either. But yeah, psyched to be getting out of college. I'm sure it won't be too much different than how I'm living now. I'll just be working more instead of going to class, and I'll have lots of bills to pay. No biggie. I guess I should strive to attain some dreams or something. I'm sure I'll be able to take my songwriting more seriously now that I'll be in the real world and not some ignorant college student preaching lyrics about hardships I can't possibly even understand yet. Goodbye songs about breakups and summer vacation. Hello songs about earning my living and how I didn't appreciate the old days while I was living them. Just kidding, guys. I just write songs about autumn landscapes. I don't know the first thing about breakups.

I'm getting my haircut tomorrow, guys. I need to look freshly groomed for all of my friends this week. This also explains my new pants, and shoes. Actually, it doesn't. I got those for work. But they also do the job of impressing my friends. My friends are very concerned with how I present myself. So I try and give them something that will please them. That's not true. But I am psyched to be getting the ol' hairs cut tomorrow. I also get to go back to contacts tomorrow. I'm seriously going to be the most gorgeous person around. Fuck. I forgot. I already am the most gorgeous person around. Clearly, I'm not the smartest person around. (Yes I am.) But since that haircut is occurring in the morning, I'll probably be cutting this one short tonight. I need to get my 8 hours of sleep or else I'm a cranky man all day. That's not true, but I am a cranky man in the morning if I don't grab my 8 hours. I have no idea what I'm going to do working Black Friday, but it's not my first. I'll survive it. And I figure it'll be a lot easier considering I'm not working in a mall now. Fuckin' malls are the worst. But on the bright side of that, I will be staying at my cousin's house Thanksgiving night, so I will have a much shorter drive to work, which is great. I'll be able to do a little bit of sleeping in and everything. Man, I'm not cutting this thing short at all, am I? Oh well. Might as well keep going then. Hmmm... Actually, I don't have much more to talk about. I fixed a virus on the family computer today. I swear those guys just don't treat that thing right. Thank god I'm some sort of IT genius. I'm not. I think I'll wrap up here. I'm rambling. What a dick. Okay. Goodbye.