Update? Ha ha, never.
I went to see Flogging Molly at Irish Fest. It was good. I was going to go to Chicago for Gigantour with my favorite band, Dream Theater, and a host of others, but rising gas prices were the straw that broke the camals back on that trip. I did not want to drive 14 hours alone AND pay out the ass for gas. Flogging Molly was a great alternative, though.
I found myself in a matter of weeks starting and - as gently as possible - ending a relationship with someone who had the emotional maturity of a freshman in high school. It wasn't where I wanted to be, and it was an unnecessary stressor in my life.
For the last couple months I've been helping to start up a coffee shop in my apartment complex, in a space that's been vacant since it was built 2 years ago. This coffee shop has been a long time coming, but we've been open now since the first. Highlights:
*First Day, First Latte: broken espresso machine. Despite working just 36 hours earlier, a part rusted through and needed to be replaced. Baaad omen.
*Thief. Someone, or multiple persons possibly, has been taking from the register. This came to a head Wednesday night when it was found that $100 was missing. Eeet eez zee ungood.
School starts this Monday. I have yet to finalize my schedule, much to my dismay. And incompletes? A-hyuk, a-hyuk. A casualty. Eye on the prize: get through this semester with GOOD grades, transfer out. This last semester and part of this summer were sacrificed to the gods of depression and anxiety, but I don't want to give them anymore.
I went to see Flogging Molly at Irish Fest. It was good. I was going to go to Chicago for Gigantour with my favorite band, Dream Theater, and a host of others, but rising gas prices were the straw that broke the camals back on that trip. I did not want to drive 14 hours alone AND pay out the ass for gas. Flogging Molly was a great alternative, though.
I found myself in a matter of weeks starting and - as gently as possible - ending a relationship with someone who had the emotional maturity of a freshman in high school. It wasn't where I wanted to be, and it was an unnecessary stressor in my life.
For the last couple months I've been helping to start up a coffee shop in my apartment complex, in a space that's been vacant since it was built 2 years ago. This coffee shop has been a long time coming, but we've been open now since the first. Highlights:
*First Day, First Latte: broken espresso machine. Despite working just 36 hours earlier, a part rusted through and needed to be replaced. Baaad omen.
*Thief. Someone, or multiple persons possibly, has been taking from the register. This came to a head Wednesday night when it was found that $100 was missing. Eeet eez zee ungood.
School starts this Monday. I have yet to finalize my schedule, much to my dismay. And incompletes? A-hyuk, a-hyuk. A casualty. Eye on the prize: get through this semester with GOOD grades, transfer out. This last semester and part of this summer were sacrificed to the gods of depression and anxiety, but I don't want to give them anymore.