No Promises

But I decided to revive the blog, under the presumption that maybe, you know, I could post once or twice a year. This is probably more for my benefit than anyone else's (OH YEAH! I REMEMBER GETTING KICKED IN THE BALLS IN SPAIN!!!). I don't mind.

So, in the headlines for this week, I graduated! Exciting, yes. Unexpected? Not really. The ceremonies (yes, plural, at least for WashU) were as Bil Lepp describes: a lot like high school, long, boring, and not obviously necessary. They did, however, follow a wonderful week of fun for me and my college friends that we made sure to capitalize on. In other news, my diploma is in latin, which is great for my wonderful girlfriend who knows the dead language, but not so great for me. I guess I will have to trust the University when it says I graduated (Amy refuses to do it for me). Hopefully none of my future employers will bother to ask, because I certainly will be able to verify nothing.

Currently I am in Wisconsin, looking after and fixing up my parents' summer home. I have quite a long list of tasks which I am being paid to do, and I quite like the area and the house. This does, unfortunately for me, leave me all alone in a large house for the first time. I will admit, I am freaking myself out. My mother has the unfortunate hobby of collecting small dolls and decorating the house with them. I have found myself turning around the corner and nearly taking off little "Josefina's" head with a well placed roundhouse kick. I am sure neither she nor mom would appreciate that. I am told by others in my predicament that living alone will become normal soon enough, and the risk of beating the stuffing out of a doll should also decrease accordingly.

I will update more with detailed descriptions of the tasks I am undertaking and perhaps some pictures in the (relatively) near future. In the meantime, be sure to check out your more regularly updated web postings. This certainly is not one of them J.