Summer Time Is Made of Bonfires and Starlight

Right.

Back to business.

I'm sorry Internet. I've been lacking in the blogging department.

But all is well. Summer is flying, faster then most magic carpets, and only a little slower then most fighter jets. I've been well, doing the five big things of my summer.

1: Writing

2: Reading

3: Acting

4: Working

5: Working (Out)

Most days involve hitting the gym, reading, getting some plotting on THC done, and hanging with friends when I'm not at Brookstone.

I'm also acting in a Shakespeare show at RCC this summer, this weekend actually. More on that at a later blog.

But yes, all is well. Tuesday begins camp season. I shall be taking care of fifth graders this summer, but that's cool. It should be a good time, and I'm paired with my friend Kasey to boot. So, that's good.

Anywho, I'm going to go sleep, and enjoy my last day of freedom.

Gnight internet, see ya soon.

Albany Countdown: 41 Days

Bone to Pick

Alright, look Internet.

I know this is late, and I will update you on my personal life in just a little bit.

But first, I got a bone to pick . . . WITH HUMANITY.

That's right humanity! I got my eye on you! Want to know why?

Here's an example: Let's say, I'm invited over to a friend's friends home, for some sort of estranged barbecue. Fair enough, don't know them well enough, but I'm more then welcome to come and enjoy myself. I walk in the door, they hand me a drink, ask how I'm doing, and help as best they can. They are immaculate hosts.

Then, I walk all over their couch, look at their dvds, throw some around, put them back in the wrong order, track mud on their rug, rummage throw their clothes, technology, food, piss on the toilet seat, not wash my hands, sit in every comfy chair, sleep in their beds, and just make a general ruckus of the home I've so cordially been invited into.

Would you do this in a stranger's home?

No?

Then don't do it in my goddamn store.

I've worked three straight days at my retail store, and people are inconsiderate brutes, who use, soil, and take up all they can when they come into my store. They turn on gadgets, dishevel the shelves, knock over product, ignore signs and symbols, and are a constant mass of inconsiderate folks. Not all mind you, but enough that I went on this rant.

We are there to help you yes, NOT baby you and your vapid misuse of our product. I don't mind you using something, even if you are not going to buy it. But by all that is holy, clean up after yourself.

If I wanted to be paid to babysit, I would do that instead.

Sometimes retail makes me lose faith in humanity. Oftentimes, it does not. But I left work this weekend, even after selling a lot, and selling a big ticket even, cynical and tired. And I don't like that feeling.

So c'mon humanity . . . step your game up.

Alright, rant: ended.

Home Again, Jiggity Jig

Hello Internet.

Hope you're doing well, and enjoying the nice weather. Oh wait, that's right. You're stuck inside.

Sorry.

Things go well on this end. I'm back home after a very fun, very long semester. It feels nice to be back home, good seeing my folks, and I've even had a little time to myself before Bren gets home on Sunday.

Internship with Tor Books fell through it seems. I've tried contacting them over and over but there hasn't been any response. Ah well, what can you do?

That's why I had my back up plan!

Which is going to be Brookstone as always, and then Camp Scuffy again. Not thrilled but what are you going to do? The more I think about it, the less unhappy about I am. It's just that with Summer camp as many awesome things there are about it, there are unawesome things. But usually the good outweighs the bad. Usually. Here's hoping for a good summer there.

Writing is picking up steam again, like a train chugging on the tracks. Took a break with finals and all but I'm stepping back up to plate and back on track. Yes, I know there are two conflicting metaphors. I know what I'm doing.

Anywho, I think that is what I shall go do more of. See, it's funny for me. I can tell what nights are going to be good writing nights. Good nights, I can feel my fingertips warm up and just see them flying across the keyboard like that is what they were meant to do you know? Bad nights, well, my fingers are slow and lethargic and it takes forever to even IM it seems.

Here's hoping for a good writing night. Gnight!

Broneonta

I'm sitting in Brendan's monster of a bedroom here at Hartwick College, in the beautiful little town of Oneonta, while he is at a meeting.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Life has been crazy, and there is much to fill you all in on.

But truly?

It's just nice weather out there, and it feels great to have the sun back where it belongs.

But new things, let's see . . .

Went to Dippikill with the Sketchy Characters, where we had a rollicking good time, full of fun, drink, food, and 7 mile hikes

Then we went to Middlebury Vermont the weekend after, where we participated in an improv festival with a bunch of different improv teams from all over the northeast. It was a great time, a real eye-opener, and the team who invited us, Otter Nonsense, was amazing.

Also, I am the new President of the Sketchy Characters for next year. Here's hoping I can do well as President.

We had our big PAC Show on 4/20, which went really well, very proud of everyone involved.

Had Fountain Day, which was cold grey and miserable. Yet I believe it could be snowing, hailing, in the middle of an earthquake, raining frogs, and have the ground split open and have the devil running rampage during the apocalypse, and yet we'd still party just as hard. Cuz it's Fountain Day.

Saw Kick-Ass. Which was Kick Ass!

These coming weeks?

Last day of class. Finals. Aggies. Open Mic. Reslife Formal. Papers. Writing. Tests. IRON MAN 2. Free Comic Book Day (which is today). Work. And a picnic.

Now, off to more homework, and a good day with my brother in Oneonta. Also, thank you to Hope and Rachel for our new May Day shirts.

They Rock.