As I get closer and closer to the end of one chapter of my life and the beginning of another (52 days to be precise), I can't help but look back on the last four years. If there is one thing I've learned it is that you never know as much as you think you do. In fact, I'm sure four years from now I'll be thinking, "I was so stupid four years ago, I didn't know anything." Well future me, let's hope you don't turn out to be broke, fat, and alone because in that case I'm better off without the knowledge you have.
The only thing getting me through the next few months leading up to my move is baseball season. If I couldn't sit on a couch for hours and do nothing but watch a bunch of guys hit balls and run around bases, I would go crazy. Some people say Baseball is boring, I say I'd rather watch it then a bunch of guys engaging in a violent, and slightly homoerotic, battle of no wits to get a ball into an end zone, and then witnessing a stupid dance. My favorite part of Football is when they get penalties for too much ridiculous dancing. That's a great rule. I wish my friends got penalized every time they engaged in too much ridicules dancing. Alas, no such rule exists. Baseball is the sport our country was built on, no matter how much Football fans complain that Football is truly our national past time, maybe they should go back in time and talk to all the Black and Hispanic players who would have had nothing if they didn't have Baseball. Or the poor factory workers who found common ground with their rich neighbors on a Baseball diamond. It helped shaped our country. All Football does is lead to angry bar fights and DUIs that don't get paid because he's a famous Football star so we'll let it slide.
Anyway, if it weren't for the Red Socks, I would be going stir crazy as I desperately search for a job. Turns out those jobs that anyone can do, people are doing them. The strangest people too. I walked into a clothing store to apply for a job, the same clothing store I almost got hired at a year earlier until they decided I was too young, and was handed an application by a very rude, very tattooed woman with artificially dark locks, and clothing that looked like nothing the store carried. This was odd to me because last time I was interviewed, they stressed the importance of wearing the latest trends. The only people who would have found this girl trendy are the girls at the goth club my sister frequents. Or maybe a dark side drag queen...but I digress. The point is, if I don't get a job soon, I'm going to have to find some slightly shadier ways to pay for tuition. I would rather not have to tell my kids I paid my way through college with the help of some gentlemen callers. Which of course is a joke. Don't call the police and tell them some random blogger is confessing to prostitution because I'm not. I'm confessing to thinking about prostitution...though I would make more money as an escort. And now I'm rambling so I think I'll draw a bath and think of creative ways of making money. Do people still buy hair?
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