...got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight...

Oh, back to school. After a five-year sabbatical, I'm finally getting a higher education. For those of you who don't know, I left the hell that is high school five years ago and haven't looked back. Now I've been talked into persuing some more knowledge. So I'm taking curling. Take THAT sukkah. Ok, so I'm also taking a psychology class with a lab, German, creative arts, and a social systems issues class...yeah. We'll see how this all works out. I can't declare a major yet because I only got accepted 'provisionally'. Apparently my grades in high school weren't up to their standards, but my ACT score rawked. So they let me in but I have to prove myself this first semester. That shouldn't be too difficult, right? I mean, I'm only trying to plan a wedding here...Oh, and that wedding is probably going to take a little chunk out of the semester as well. This should be interesting.

I'm pretty excited and stuff. Wedding, school, new job coming up...

Oh, yeah. If you're not aware already, I can't take the supervisor shift anymore. I just want a regular youth counselor shift, but can't take that much of a pay cut. So I've applied elsewhere. It's still a pay cut, but not as drastic and with a raise after six months.

Also, everyone should come to my house (or some park to be decided later) on the 29th. It's a Tuesday, so make sure you get it off work. And if you work with me, don't ask me to work for you on that day. Because I will stick a rusty spoon up your nose in response. Mike TV of Get Set Go is coming to Logan to play some songs. Chontel is also marrying Ally, and I'm performing the ceremony. As a black, midget Elvis. Oh, yeah. Come one, come all.

That is all.