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'Tis official. I am without job, but I am registered for classes. After a year and a half of doing nothing but getting up, going to work, coming home, paying the bills, and going to sleep, I am finally taking that oh-so elusive step forward into the realm of continued education. Lack of finances be damned! I will find a way.

I must admit that I'm a trifle intimidated. I'm going from having almost nothing but free time to almost no free time at all. My Mondays and Wednesdays are now pretty much packed with classes of some variety, and it's inevitable that the remainder of my week will be occupied by some sort of job, with which I intend to pay for the aforementioned continued education.

Does anybody ever really expect that they'll get behind? It's not as if you could look ahead and see the tough times, and that it would wear down on your ambition until you're damn near content just living life with nothing in between. It's not that I have the strongest drive to do more. It'sthat I miss my drive to do anything, and want it back. Passion through proxy until I can figure it out for myself again. Give myself so many things to do and so many things to care about, that I have no choice but to make them happen, and love doing them in the process. After all, the alternative is just becoming one of the thousands of people who always said they'd go back to school and ended up assistant manager at Hollywood Video.

And on that note, it looks like I may be getting my job at Hollywood back. It depends. I plan on speaking with my old boss and seeing what sort of wage and hours he can offer me. It'd be nice to work somewhere that's within view from my bedroom window, and have experience at. But at this point in my life, I can't afford to be paid minimum wage, nor anything too close to it. I'm sure everything'll work out though. I've been pretty determined as of late.

Perseverance.

Oh, I also received an E-mail from the lovely Bekka of Nan Desu Kan fame a few days ago. For those that don't know, Nan Desu Kan is Denver's own anime convention, and Bekka, the brilliant woman who used to moderate. She recently decided to hand over the reigns to a much more enthusiastic couple (you try running a convention of thousands of smelly fanboys and fangirls for a few years), but has stayed on as a.. consultant, if you will.

Anyways, I started out as a volunteer with this convention in its fourth year, and was immediately given a position as Logistics Lieutenant the following. Aside from that, though, I ran karaoke for them that first year o' mine, and ever consequent year since. I was not at all planning to do so again this year, due to the fact that nobody's gotten a hold of me in a very long time. Communication can stink with this group of people, I tell you what.

However, as I mentioned before, Bekka E-mailed me (two months ahead of time, I might add) requesting that I fulfill the role of head karaoke man once more. After a day or two of deliberations, I decided to do it.

I don't know why, but over the past few years, my interest in the community has waned. One gets tired of seeing all the newer and younger faces, running around and screaming "kawaii!", glomping you, and giving you blank stares when you mention a title like Ranma or hell, even Evangelion. But, it's somehow been rekindled lately. I miss the Kan, and I miss running karaoke. I know I'll be exhausted, and I know I'll want to kill myself by the end of the weekend, but I will look back on it fondly.

That's just the way it goes when you're staff.

So, I'm doing it. Anybody going to Nan Desu Kan in Denver this year, make sure to come visit karaoke, for you will see me. We shall talk of things.

Good times.