Hey there internet,
Today's blog is called "My Future Life" and will concern the following topics: 1) Tetris/Russian History, 2) Bottle Openers, 3) My Future Life.
Section One;
Tetris/Russian History
Section Two;
Bottle Openers
I was walking through the student center today, and I found a bottle opener that is shaped like a duck. At first I was extremely happy about it; Lindsay just got a bottle opener shaped like a bicycle and her coolness level went up by like a thousand. This puts a fairly big discrepancy in our boyfriend/girlfriend coolness ratio, since my coolness level normally hovers around 250. To fix this I thought that a duck bottle opener was just the boost I needed.
Imagine:
People would walk up to me and say, "Can you open my beer?"
And I'd bust out the duck and be like, "Quacktacular!"
And then I'd open their beer and they'd laugh and say something like, "We should be friends! Would you like to go for a ride in my rocketship?"
Or at least that was the plan.
But the more I looked at my little duck friend, the more I started to get disappointed. First of all, the key ring goes straight through the little guy's eye. Imagine being carried around by a giant hook that goes directly through your eye. You are completely blind. You're suffering terribly. Then someone walks up to you and says, "Can you open my beer?"
I find it highly unlikely that you will respond, "Quacktacular!"
Blind ducks do not start friendships.
Section Three;
My Future Life
I've spent the last few weeks searching for grad schools. I've found programs that I like all over the country--Washington, California, Colorado, Texas, Iowa, Michigan, and New York. And I've decided that I am going wherever can offer me the most money to go there. There are a few other factors, but that's the bottom line. I need to go where I can afford to go.
What this means is that I could be almost anywhere next year. And I'm starting to think that next year is the beginning of My Future Life.
My Future Life could be almost anywhere.
That makes things very difficult to plan. Pretty much all I can be sure of is the fact that I don't think I'm keeping this duck bottle opener.
love always,
-jim.
1 comment:
Who are these people with unopened beers that you keep running into who offer to take you on their spaceships, Zaphod Beeblebrox?
Also, though I'm not sure this make it any better, the truth is that you've never known where you'd be a year from any-when. The only difference is that right now you know just how true that is. Five or Six months some now you'll be settled comfortably back down into your delusion.
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