This is actually the 103rd post

101 and 102 were taken down because there were some very touchy things said about certain members of my family who had annoyed me to no end during the Memorial Day holiday. Although I sincerely doubt that any of the people in question would have found this particular blog on the internet, I figured that my luck would eventually catch up with me and I would be disowned--but then again, would that really be so bad?

I was reading Andi's blog earlier and felt as though we had some similar things to say--not necessarily about her crush on Hugh Laurie (I personally believe that the crush is there because of the cane--it makes him seem injured or something, like a lame wildebeest or something--easy prey)--but more about what this blog once represented and what it no longer represents. For me, I also enjoyed dropping the F-bomb in rapid succession and I was angry--mad at the world, mad at my life, mad at everything around me, mad at my shitty fucking luck (here I go again). But I would also agree with the A-train that I don't really feel that way anymore. Why? Let's investigate.

For starters, I guess you could say that I'm a hell of a lot more comfortable in grad school. I know that I can do the work at an acceptable level, or at the very least, bullshit my professors well enough to fool them. While I can't say that I'm terribly thrilled at my current and future role within the department concerning the Writing Center and Basic Writing Program, at least I can say that it's a pleasure to know that I'll be working closely with Little E, as opposed to some other random douchebag I could have been saddled with. So I guess it's not too bad. The trick, of course, will be to keep her sober enough to actually get some shit done.

Secondly, I've had a break from school. While I enjoy the reading and whatnot that grad school entails, it's awfully nice to get a break from the pressure and stress that accompanies it. I've read quite a few books of my own choosing during the break, watched a hell of a lot of sports, road-tripped to Houston, worked in my yard, played with my kids--all that good stuff. And even though I'm currently starting my second week back to school (and work, for that matter) during this summer session, I don't feel nearly as run-down. The class I'm taking now also appears to be gravy, and that's a good thing.

Thirdly, even when I'm feeling a bit beaten down by circumstances or complications, there is always the random inanimate object such as Greg the Tapeworm, Jeff the Frown, and George the Padded Bicycle Shorts to cheer me up. Now that I think about it, these sound like great characters for a graphic narrative (though I would be curious to see how Jeff maintains his stoic nature while being subjected to the shenanigans of George the PBS).

I guess things could always be better, less complicated and all of that shit. And while I have yet to determine the final answer to the great rhetorical question of our Age (What do you do?), I do believe that you take what you can get while you can get it and make the most of your opportunities. There's no promise for tomorrow, so you might as well be as happy as you can be today, right? And for now, I guess I'm pretty fucking happy.


But then again, I'm depressive by nature, so what the fuck do I know?