Thursday, July 21, 2011

Road Trip!

Today was a whirlwind of a day.  Chloe arrived as planned around 10:00 a.m. and by then I had completed two hours of lounging, oatmeal consuming, and... TEETH BRUSHING!!!  Fine, I brushed my teeth after Chloe got there, but it happened.  I didn't have to work today, so I decided to be productive on my own and fill out some scholarship forms and all was going well until.... "Please list three non-familial references who have known you for at least a year that we may contact."  Ugh, I feel like I have no one to rely on for this responsibility, ever.  I would prefer the classic "Write a 500 word essay that describes you" project over wrestling 3 acquaintances into giving me an outstanding affirmation of greatness.  But what are you going to do?  But this is all part of a bigger issue.  I'm talking about horrible federal financial decisions.

So this school year, tuition has been raised once more, which is no big deal.  I realize that I'm getting a world-class education (in my opinion at least, and let's face it, mine is the only one that matters) for practically nothing.  But what really grinds my gears is that one of my scholarships was federally funded.  Yep, you guessed it, not only is tuition up, financial aid is down.  It's like,  they will stop at nothing to make sure I go broke.  I guess it's no big deal, I'll just miss the days when I was actually being paid to go to school...

Anyway, Chloe's interview at the bookstore went well.  I'm pretty optimistic about it.

But then, the unthinkable happened.  So I had this meeting to go to today because I volunteered to be on a committee that is going to put together special events for "away" football games at the UA.  It quickly became apparent that I am the only student representative on this hodge podge team of misfits and that I'm pretty much only there to talk to my "friends" and validate these people's GREAT ideas.  It wouldn't be a problem if they're ideas weren't so.... mediocre and predictable.  They were just like "we'll set up T.V.'s in The Cellar and sell finger foods and have a spinny wheel thing!"  I was like, "DUDE! Awesome, and then I can drive my mom's minivan and bring my middle school brother and all his friends!"  Maybe I'm bitter because they shot down my extravagantly decadent master plan of opening up Gallagher Theater to show the game on a screen where the size of the players, is the actual size of the players and it's right next to the food court where real food is served and they can just offer specials on those game days ya know?  It'll be like being at the stadium, but with air conditioning and modestly priced consumables!  But then the head leader guy basically said "Haha, keep it down lil' guy."  And I don't really hate people, but I disliked this guy from the moment he showed up to the meeting late and decided he was going to crack awful jokes and and laugh obnoxiously.  I'm pretty sure I was the only person who didn't laugh at all.

Not to keep rambling, but this all stems from a more general disdain for bureaucratic chit chat that usually happens at any type of meeting with "The Bobs."  We seriously went over about five minutes of material in forty-five minutes.  But I was on the clock so whatever.  You know what I'm talking about though right?  Just listen to politicians like when they give their gut wrenching five minute rally and you're like, "Ah yeah, let's do it!" But then 30 seconds later you're like, wait... he said everything without actually saying anything.  That jerk!

By this time in the day, I had already decided to journey on home to Yuma with Chloe because I don't work again until Monday.  So that's exactly what I did and we sang and danced the whole way.  BTW, both of us are horrible singers, and less-than-flattering dancers, but we bring charisma to the table and that is what gets people energized.  Also, good singing and dancing...

So I will be lighting up the stage here in Yuma through the weekend and I need to get my beauty rest, so we'll talk again later.

Deuces.

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