Well here we are again.

I'm drinking Old Crow and Cherry Coke, and watching Dazed and Confused. I allegedly graduated today, however, I think this is a much better way to spend time than walking at Nicolet...or Milwaukee for that matter.

It brings up a lot of issues for myself - just the whole combination of it all. School ending, drinking, Dazed and Confused, blogging...It makes me think, and in some odd way it comes full circle.

I'm now done with school, I legitimately have my BA. But what does that mean? Realistically, that I spent 5 years (yeah, 5, I know. It was a trying time in my life, ok!??) devoted to post-secondaary education, acheived the alotted amount of credits and am now going to be receiving my X-thousand dollar piece of paper.

Dazed and Confused, ironically, relates. Here is a movie based on growing up and going against establishment norms. Granted, it takes place in the '70's, and they're in highschool. But still. It relates on quite a few levels, and makes me question my "dreams" of being a successful writer/editor...communicator. Of course I still want to. But, I need to face the reality that directly out of college, chances are I'm not going to land a solid job with my degree. I figure I'll just be mellow with where I'm at, enjoy my part time job and live it up this summer, and in a year if things don't go as well as I had hoped...I'll pursue different avenues.

And drinking. Well, I'm celebrating, dammit. So, I decided it'd be appropriate to have a few drinks. Wahoo.

Alas, it's been an odd week. This isn't an in-depth, deep, blog post. It's just me thinking outloud..erm...in words.

Amy's gone for another week. The first week hasn't been terrible, but I just miss talking to her. Calling her or texting her whenever, to tell her something random. At least during the school year, she was available that way. When she gets home, it will be great. This summer, in all aspects of my life, is going to tell me a lot about myself, and about everything around me. It's kind of a pivotal point in my life. More so than the summer I graduated from high school. Hell, I can drink now. Much more pivotal.

And in other news. Slowly working on car. That dorky little KattyWampus. I'm waiting for the right day to really get things welded together. So, for the time being, I'm just cutting and fitting braces and brackets. After those get all welded in, I'll move on to bigger fish. There's only the quarter panels left to buy, which with luck I will within the next few weeks. Then it's just little stuff. Like installing the quarters. Floor pans. Trunk. Wheel wells. Rust patching. Motor...we'll see. I'm going to talk to my cousin to see if he has a running smallblock I could pick up from him cheap. Otherwise, I'm hoping for the 283 from Ladysmith. It'd be a fun little motor...especially if my plan to shorten a 3/4-ton truck axle works.

With the axle, it'd be a simply tube shortening, and the axle shaft shortening. I have ideas for that, and yeah, it'd be heavy. But it'd also be 4.56-5.13 gears, limited slip, full floaters. If the welds hold, they'd be indestructable.

And the shifter. Oh, my plans for a straight line shifter. Using a Van Brunt grain drill handle/adjuster, I think it'll work to be a fast second gear. Van Brunt was one of, if not the, first grain drills manufactured. So, kinda neat. Plus, it'd just ben damn cool not to have an H-pattern. Just forward and back. Bitchin'.

But, that's all just pipe dreaming for the shifter and axle. For the time being, I just want to get it together, half assed straight, and look decent. Oh, and make it go down the road. Everything else comes with time.

And...yup. I'm running out of things to ramble about. My drink is almost gone as well. That must mean it's time to call it a night, make another drink, and be off!

I'll try to be more insightful and think out my thoughts (redundant much? yarp.) more. But, until then.

Later.

Another Beginning.

I haven't blogged in years - honestly, since high school. However, there are just times when I want to ramble. And rambling for me is easier in words; letting my fingers cascade over these little plastic keys. Snarky little fucking keys...Anyway.

Reason behind this? Rejection letter. Yup. My first rejection letter as I move from school to the work force - ironically enough, it was at a school that I had applied to. Did I expect to get the position? Of course note. But, it still leaves a bit of a sour taste in my mouth. I suppose that's what the whiskey is for. A cure all.

So, this causes me to have a few rather astute observations. I think these observations can be attributed to my current position of being in flux between a student and a average lower-middle class individual. I am both, granted, however I am still between the two worlds.

That being said, I have realized that college is a lot like...living a fantasy. A person goes to these far off places, and becomes consumed in the world that surrounds them there. They worry about themselves, and usually only themselves. Because of this, odd-ball issues take presidence. "Oh, students without pencils in Helsinki, lets help them!" "International semi-cultural food day, lets good something different, but not totally weird - we should Amercanize it! Yea!" "Let's travel to Chicago, or maybe Davenport, Iowa, to look at art, because we're Art Majors!"

Meanwhile, back in the real world...life goes on. For this reason, I'm almost thankful I've never dealt with the traditional college life. Yes, it'd be fun. Yes, I'd probably broaden my horizons. However, it's hard to have your head in the clouds when your feet are so deeply stuck in the mud. And let's face it - I love the mud. This mud. MY mud.

So, alas. To my rejection letter - fuckit. There are other jobs; there always are. And if not, I'll keep plugging along and when the time comes, I'll be damn sure to make it stick. I wrote something along those lines in a scholarship application in higschool. Glad to see some things never change...