So, I wrap up my job this week. The reason I traveled here, it was an okay job, it really was! However now my head is spinning, as far as career aspirations go. Professionally, I've been troubled lately. I realized today that my career goals haven't changed since I was six. If you'd have told me in the 1st grade, that when I graduated college, I'd get to drive around a big truck catching lizards and collecting acorns, I'd have been pretty stoked. As recently as this past March (when i took this job), I kept the same attitude. Kind of innocent, in a way. Or maybe i'm some kind of dumbass. oh, i don't know. i'm struggling here.
Also I have no idea what I'll do when I get up to the cities. Lab job at the U, or bartender probably. Part of me is screaming "Firefighter!", but that's probably my inner child, who incidentally is six years old. Little bastard, always seems to get his way.
So, the Vikings lost, but my fantasy team won! I named them Sunday Afternoon Ballaz, which is a flippin sweet carryover of our pickup basketball posse, the Friday Afternoon Ballaz (check out our website, er, facebook group!) Anyways, game ball -> Willie Parker. 3 TDs, sweet.
Watching the Vikes' game, I'm afraid to say, it looks like the Packers are going to be just fine with Aaron Rodgers. He's quality. Last summer, which I spent in Wisconsin, I had more than one person tell me I looked just like Aaron Rodgers.
Still not quite sure about that.By the way, I just figured out the hyperlinks feature, so I'm abusing it. Check this out.
I'm chipping away at my Roswell bucket list. It mostly consists of places to eat that I won't get to, because I bought way too much food here at the apartment. Damn. My crush on the girl at the Natural Foods Store is costing me a fortune. So much organic soup i don't need. I'm also contemplating one last alien-related exhibit, and buying something, anything, with an alien on it. I really shouldn't. It'll cost twice as much as if there were no alien on it, but who can resist the chincyness? I think I saw some alien beer, maybe i'll start there.
Ah, I'm about to escape Roswell, New Mexico. I feel special. One last note: Sixty years ago, 4 to 7 members of an advanced alien race crash-landed here after mastering intergalactic travel. They didn't get to go home. I do! Boy, do I feel special.
