End of an Era
We're winding down on the end of "Mikey's College Experience" within the next 8 hours or so. How does Ye Olde Slacker use these last valuable ticks of the clock? Watching bad action movies and blogging while enjoying the end of a Marathon Taverna induced buzz.
So to recap:
About 7 years ago, I graduated from West Linn High School and packed my bags for Linfield College intent on studying creative writing and doing very little involving my good old days. I really just wanted to move on from Jen, the HS drama, my folks and their insane situation, my sister's shadow... y'know. And what happened? I made good. Editor of this, program director of that, columnist here, DJ there... and like THAT it was gone thanks to my fears of success. Yeah, it's easy to say it was April or 9/11 or whatever, but chances are that the depression that started kicking in that junior year at Linfield was something that was due to just not being able to see anything through to the end. The same thing happened at OSU and almost happened at PSU. The closer I get to the prize, the more I'm afraid of it. I mean, what happens next? What do I do once I get a hold of a degree? What do I fucking do then?
Tomorrow they say my name and I walk across a stage and Lisa Deadly, Barista, Sanelle, Will, Kevin, Baker, my folks... They're all going to see me do it. Sunday, drinking will occur with the friends of the past and the friends of the present... Wow. S'just been a long time coming, I guess.
It's weird to think that I'll be graduating with friends from high school, watched by my friend from Davis, CA (OSU era) and my friends from Burnside (PSU era). If I could have gotten Karl to attend, the circle could have been complete. Alas, serendipity doesn't always bend to our wills.
Other tidbits...
I'll be posting on Sequart again soon. They're still eager for me to write for them (despite a month's absence due to final term mojo) and I'm thinking about making a portfolio of my samples to send to other websites.
I still rule the video store. Well, not really, but tonight especially saw me in my zone. Working with the Irish Rocker, Not-gay-Josh, Ali Cat, BTK, and (shudder) Carrot has never made me feel more like I have some of the best clerkin' skills at the old HW. A customer even came up Carrot and said, "Hey, I heard that this guy (me) is the guy that knows all about movies." Carrot begrudgingly replied, "Well, SOME people say that..." I don't know why the guy has to be such a tool. He must have a brain parasite that constantly screams pretentious drivel and awkward-silence causing randomness into his ear... Aw well. I always do better with a nemesis, anyway.
I hate job-hunting. I hate temp agencies. I hate time cards and tax forms and interviews and, "if we could hire you right now, we would..." I loathe all of it. Whatever gets me through the day...
I'll be posting grad pics as soon as Barista takes some tomorrow.
AGAIN! Party at the Bitter End on Sunday the 18th, 7pm. Attendees? Dennis, Pete, Will, Baker, Sloth, Kevin, K3hl, Karl, Jake, Rose, Barista, Sanelle, Lisa Deadly, Kevin, Rachelle, Burton, Jamie the Bartender... and my Dad.
Last but never least: I'm trying to get in on a house that would be a dream coup over in Ladd's Addition. I need a couple of roommates. Interested? Hit me up.
posted by AmeroKafka @ 2:30 AM
1 Comments:
Congradulations man,
Truth be told, I never thought you'd make it.
But then again, you never shine as much as you do when you're proving me wrong.
From across the ocean, I raise my glass in your aproximate direction.
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