The most exciting part of a rocket launch is the countdown from ten.

I bought a DVD biography on Al Capone for a whole dollar at Wal-Mart and it was a total steal. First, there are some awful reenactments, which are always humorous. But in all honesty, it would have been so cool to live in Chicago in the 1920s. Shooting tommy guns looks fun, you sissies!





If your heart says change, then change.

It won't be easy.

An open letter to former River Rat (ahem Governor) Rod Blagojevich and all of those in the state of Illinois who piss away all of our tax money:

Thank you for neglecting to grind and repave Route 178 through Utica. This road has been in a state of disaster ever since the tornado blew through town in 2004 and the state still hasn't fixed it! What makes matters worse is that hundreds of fully-loaded semis travel through town on their way to and from the grain elevators and cement plants creating further damage to the road. I notice you have tried to put a band-aid on the problem by patching places here and there, but it is definitely not working. I bring this to your attention because I was driving to work today in a heavy downpour and almost bottomed out my car in a place where it was clear there had been several water main breaks. There are countless potholes as far as the eye can see; are you waiting for a car to fall through the road? I understand the plan to reroute 178 around the downtown area, but that plan has been discussed since 2004 and is at least ten years down the road. In the mean time, can you just fix the mess before something serious happens?

A disgruntled taxpayer.

Here's proof (kind of) that I made it! In four years! With a 3.5! I always wanted to graduate summa cum laude, but then I realized how unimportant that was to me when I had to drop Latin...stupid dead language.

My baby brother is graduating high school tonight.
I remember when he was still in preschool.
I leave for Europe in 5 days.
I get to see my best friend for the first time in 6 months.

That's all for now.

P.S. I hope my kid is this cute (and Canadian!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZGfRX7C12w&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyoFVvY9Z_M&feature=related
AND
I wish I could sing like these hippies: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMrqBldlqzA

Goodbyes are always the hardest things in the world for me. I've said goodbye to so many people and it never gets any easier.


Went fishing today and got fried. I was also traumatized by a large bee-like insect, but that's an embarrassing story involving a fish hook. Sitting in the sun all day always makes me sleep like the dead. While I was fishing I was thinking about:

1. How enjoyable it would be to be able to sit outdoors and not be disturbed by an type of insect.
2. How much I really wanted some Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
3. What I would do when I moved up to Chicago.
4. Why I was sucking at fishing.
5. Whether or not it was going to rain.

Now I realize these are rather profound thoughts for a college graduate, but bare (?) with me dear readers, here is what I concluded:

1. It would be extremely enjoyable to eliminate any bug that had a stinger, flew rather quickly, or could carry a million times its weight. The only bugs that could stay would be butterflies, rolly-pollies, and lightning bugs.
2. Cinnamon Toast Crunch is STILL way better than Apple jacks.
3. The verdict is still out on that.
4. I blame Sean.
5. It didn't, but it almost looked like it would.

You know how you try your damnedest to keep putting one foot in front of the other and you are kind of accomplishing something and bam: a phone call at 3 a.m. or hearsay brings you back right where you started? Well folks, welcome to my life. Welcome to my life for the past three-ish months of thinking, "What's wrong with me?" and "What did I do wrong?" Welcome to me questioning whether I'm not funny enough or interesting enough. Trying to be a good person is really hard. Especially when I see so many people around me not trying.

I hate when someone you really care about is just seriously fucking up their lives. And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it but watch them drown. I hope that person doesn't hate me for not trying, it's just not for me to do.

I would never want something that wasn't REAL. You hear?

I'm convinced I am on a different wavelength than 90% of the world; not like that's a bad thing.

I'll be on my way to Rome in exactly two weeks. Ready to kick some gladiator ass.

H.