Beware the waffle conspiracy. Don't believe anything the tribbles tell you. They lie. Lie, I tell you.

In other news, I had a lovely bowl of soup. It was stolen. Not by tribbles (shockingly enough - I know!), but NINJAS! The scourge of the soup underworld industry!

Oh no. I hear something...I ...

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

This message has been brought to you by: CAFFEINE!



P.S. I graduate in the spring semester of 2008. GO ME!

It's a bird...a plane...

Nope. It was an Atlas V rocket. Though I stood thirteen miles away when it launched in Florida I could still see it. But, most importantly, I felt it. The sound of that rocket launch was enough to vibrate within your bones.

Interesting fact: Within 800 feet of a rocket launch the sound alone will kill you.

The rest of Florida was an absolute blast.

I camped while I was there in a relatively small campsite location. It was right on the lake and offered a gorgeous morning view. Of course, come Saturday when a troup of religious individuals decided to set up a circle spot and sing along to a guitar the joy and beauty of the view was slightly marred.

I went swimming in the ocean and, while I enjoyed every minute of it, imminent methods of my potential forthcoming doom and death swam in my head. Bug - eaten by a shark. Bug - devoured by a giant crab. Bug - ...Wait, was that a stingray? There was a stingray on the wave coming right toward me!

...While a beautiful view of nature in action I still felt the overwhelming urge to return to shore and my buggy little butt boogied back to land.

And the Leu Gardens were gorgeous. 50 acres of gardens - rainforest, swamp, desert, and roses. Truly a magnificent experience.

But, most importantly, the science center was phenomenal. Four stories of interactive science. Tesla coil. Tesla coil + Nightbug. Does anyone see where this could be going?

Unfortunately, this good thing came to an end. I returned to work. Ah. Work. My day has consisted of very nearly committing massive scales of office homicide, being named the official Office Ninja, having attempted to outrun the coworker that got a new video taking telephone (there are now several videos of me flipping off my coworker on his phone) and learning that my car (my bug mobile - sniff) has a slight ailment - the wheel bearings are shot on the right hand side (possibly front and back).

I think I want to go back and take my chances with the stingray.

Huzzah! Mightily and with great anxiety of impatience, lacking in all trepidation, I set forth in the greatest of all testaments to a well spent (ill spent in some mundane and droll circles within societies) of youth: a beach trip.

Yea verily it is humid out. The sun, that oh so merciless red orb doth bea....Okay, screw this. It'll take too long.



*clears throat*

I'm going to Florida tomorrow! First stop is the Kennedy Space Center, then Arabian Nights, and hopefully Seaworld. I shall be camping out the entire time (for fun and lack of expense!). I'll be back late on Sunday and shall post the entire trip (and probably even a picture or two) when I return and recoup.

I promise I will catch up on responses to my posts and blogs. I know, I know. I have been remiss.

Also in the News:

The first step to school full-time is down: I enrolled in full-time classes.
The second step to school full-time is down: I dropped my hours to work to only four days a week. Baby steps people, baby steps.
The third step to school...is getting there. The scrooge in me keeps looking at my student loan papers and crying softly - and not in a "I just watched The Notebook and am filled with sadness yet also joy in a world filled with hopes, dreams, some achieved and lost and, most importantly, bittersweet love". No, no. This scrooge is in a corner and crying like someone touched him inappropriately. Really, it makes you feel bad for the guy. Mayhap I should bring him a spot of cocoa.

Caffeine induced insomnia is about as fun as being locked in an elevator with a carnival roller coaster ride operator that smells faintly of cabbage and swiss cheese. I seek that elusive and ever so sweet goddess: Sleep.

...Um, hello?

...Hello?

....Sleep?



She has forsaken me. Alas.

I've been doing some thinking the past few weeks and it has peaked a few moments ago. Hours, actually.

Do you know why I'm 25 years old and I don't have my degree yet? Because I'm afraid to go to school full-time. To devote myself 100% to my studies. Working for a living is all I have known. It's all my family has known and there is this little girl inside of me that is afraid to try something new. It's the same little girl that kept me from enlisting in college directly out of highschool.

I'm so very, very tired of listening to that girl whine.

I want and I will do something more with my life than look for two-bit jobs on the weekends so that I can get out of one shithole office and plunk myself down into another one. I have watched five years of my life go by from the restricted cubicle view of my cheaply fabricated desk. I wake up in the morning to go to a job that is meaningless and does not one bit of good in the world except line some CEOs pockets.

I don't want money. I don't want to be rich. I want a job, a career. I want to wake up in the morning and know that I applied myself and that I will continue to do so for the rest of my life. I want to make a difference.

I'm not the smartest person out there by far, but I know I'm too smart to continue doing this any longer. Monday I am going to financial aid and I'm going to finalize my application for a student loan. If it's enough, I'm going to quit working and go to school fulltime. I don't care how long it takes, but I will get my masters degree and I will most assuredly get my doctorate before I die. And I will not continue doing this class here, class there when I can afford it routine any longer.

Yes, I may saddle myself with a student loan, but at least when I wake up in the morning one day when my classes are finished I will know that I am going to a job that will make a difference not only in my life, but someone else's as well. And even if my entire paycheck goes into my student loans at least I will have the knowledge and comfort that is gained from that knowledge that I applied myself and that I didn't sit around any longer saying "Oh, if only I had been born into a richer family", "Oh, if only this..." and "If only that...".

Do I not have a brain? Do I not have two arms and legs? I can carry my own self to school, thank you very much, Bug (yes, I'm talking to myself - lol). Yes, I will fear the lack of a severely larger income if I do this (or even if I drop to part time work), but at least I'll be working toward something. And, most importantly, at least I'll be doing something I want - just on a tighter budget.