9 days. . . 9 days till I am 33. I am already trying to make light of growing older again. 3+3= 6. . . nope way too young. 3*3= 9. . . still too young. 33/3= 11. Shit. . . Nothings working out. Suppose just have to be 33. My Uncles parents are continuing to send over "career guiding news" PG&E is hiring. Hooray! Woopty fucking doo, Gods damn I am three quarters away from the end of this school thing. Does it seem like I am interested in dropping what that to go and work for the power company during the day? Not like I can just change my classes right now in the middle of everything. Soon, school will be over. Don't get me wrong a nice part time gig that pays fair and doesn't take a lot of my thought processes would be nice. Doesn't interfere with school at all, a must. I know they are looking out for my Uncle, making sure I am not taking advantage of their kindness but its rather annoying.

Anyway. 9 days. . . Not thrilled. Feel very unaccomplished. Need to focus.

Thankfully I have a great girl who doesn't tell me only what I want to hear, supports me and keeps me in line.

On a related note. Vegas soon! 26 more days!