Dickeys

YO. I finally got a job at Dickeys Barbeque Pit.  I start today and I really am not to pumped for it, but you know not much I can do about it.  I'm just worried that I'm going to accidentally stab someone or something crazy like that?
What is someone's like "Hey Nathan," and I happen to turn around quickly with a knife in my hand? Those are the kind of things that would happen to only me and I'm pretty genuinely worried about it. On top of that I can't cook to save my life, but I'm sure I'll make a great manager.  Maybe I can convince them that they need a mascot and I can dress up like a pig or something.  That'd probably be my safest bet.

Riiiiiiiiiot

On a slightly more positive note, Riot Fest is in the near future.  Fortunately I've made a lot of money lately so all of the baby stuff has been handled and money has been saved, so I have the ability to pull some money out for passes.  Riot Fest is mine and Brittany's anniversary festival and this time will be as great as it is every other year.  Seeing Rise Against, Offspring, Weezer, and Andrew WK is going to be fantastic. Partay.

Effort

So in the last month or so I have really lost my ability to care about anything school related.  Too much has been going on and I am always busy daydreaming, and it has began to effect my grades. Considering there's only eight days left, it's time to turn things up and quickly make my way back onto the honor roll before the year ends.  I want to be out of school so badly yet in reality I need to be here.  If it wasn't for school I wouldn't have any form of distraction and I would have clawed my eyes out months ago.  The month where we are out of school before Skye comes is going to be miserable; my wishful thinking has depleted. What is positivity?

Days of the Dead

Considering it was ridiculously hot yesterday that means that we must be coming up on festival/convention season.  While my concert adventures are being mightily limited this year by Skye, that doesn't change the fact that Days of the Dead is still coming to Chicago again this year and I might finally have the opportunity to work for one of my idols.  Days of the Dead is a horror convention that makes four stops each year.  Every year there is one merch booth of a company called Western Evil.  Ever since I discovered it two years ago the owner Neil Diamond has taught me the true fact that I can really make money off my beliefs if I can set my mind to it. Now this year I think he is finally going to allow me to sell merchandise for him and it would be a huge honor.  I'll even pay him to let me work for him if it means I can chill around him for a whole weekend. MENTOR ME NEIL.

#gratata

I really don't have that much to write about and I'm not sure if my last blogs are going to count or not so time to improvise.  I have an interview at Dickeys Barbeque Pit today and I'm really not looking forward to that but whatever.  It will still be an awesome job to get I just don't like interviews because I make god awful first impressions. Ohemgee tomorrow is my twenty-three month anniversary. One more month and I have been in a relationship for two whole years.  Funny how that works out.

Three Cheers for Showers

So as I said I will, it's time to keep this blog updated on the wonders of my babyshower.  I really feel like that sentence made no sense but you get the gist of what I'm saying.  My shower really didn't go quite as terribly as I expected it to.  Did it go smoothly? Ehh. However, it went about as smoothly as it could while the people putting on the shower were ignoring me.  Greeting a hundred people that I don't know was not quite as awkward as I expected it to be, and a high percentage of them were strangely supportive.  I guess they wouldn't have gone if they weren't strangely supportive though.  I had to spend an hour and a half opening my gifts and talking through a microphone though, so that wasn't that fun.  Especially considering I probably will never see any of the gifts again, but that's alright. Well that's really about it. Almost exactly 2 more months until I enter the realm of fatherhood.

Do Epiphanies Really Happen?

So on Friday I went to Chicago to go see Twenty One Pilots again and I was easily the most negative person in the entire building. While all the other teenagers were busy being ignorant and screaming whatever came to their minds, I was standing there thinking about how bad I want to punch each and every one of them in the face.  Then finally once the music hit it was my chance to get my revenge and take out all the unexpected kids who didn't think that you have to move when you are at a concert.  Closer to the end of the show my mood had been brought up, but I was on the verge of passing out because of how hot it was in the building. However, when the piano hit for the encore to begin, I closed my eyes and I would swear that my half-conscious self had an out of body experience.  It was in that moment that I realized that you really only get the opportunity to live once. I feel like I am the key example of someone who needs to try to make the best of a poor situation, and it was at that time that I realized just how lucky I am to even be getting the opportunities to live the way I do.  Life might suck sometimes, but it can be pretty amazing too.