I’m watching Hard Candy. I remember this movie being a dialog-driven situational mindf–k, and it’s getting that way as this is being typed in another window on the same screen ’cause the JW199D pwnz.

I’ve been doing more relaxing than usual these past couple weeks, but that only means I’ve only left slightly bigger gaps in the whole to-do. I look forward to the next learning phase in the Fall, the second to the last, the heart of what I need to move forward along in my career path (and hopefully some better weather alongside).

The point in my life where I have an idea of what I’m going to do with myself is closer than ever. That happier repetition is just around the corner. A little more mini-golf, a continued indulgence in Texas BBQ and chicken wings, the growth of what has already been going on for decades now: my abstract? Ellen Page’s teenage character in Hard Candy has gone berserk on the guy tied to the chair, and he’s screaming for help.

When I punch the keys, I’m working. Makin’ it rain… peanuts. Actually, it’s much better than I expected ’cause the 4th anniversary of this psyche rummage is next week. Ha! Peace out.

Every weekday between seven and three, my ears are filled with electronic listening instruments attached to a device that absorbs radio waves to fill my head with sounds of radio personalities talking about anything and hit songs being played over and over. Only a fraction of my skill set is used at my place of employment. I am not challenged, but I use my earnings to help sustain my everyday living. For now, I am OK with this.

Naps double the week. The morning to mid-afternoon segment is spent as devotion to day job monotony. The evenings are spent as a pupil of an educational institution to apply more brightness and contrast to a future around the corner. A short night of sleep restarts the cycle and wedged in the possible voids are couch potatoes, rarely seen social butterflies, and human-machine symbiosis.

My summer learning session is halfway over. These weeks go by fast, and the weekends only go by faster. All I do is sleep, work, learn, think, view, brainstorm, plan, participate, design, and respect these days. That’s A-OK. I’m sure that’s not all I do, but I’d say it’s my Bloom’s Taxonomy of My Daily Routine.

You have to do what you have to do to make that bread.

My 9-week summer session started up this week. I’m taking a class online and a classroom+lab class. I see this semester whizzing by since it ends during the last week of July. The two courses I am taking are much more interesting than the previous semester. I’m still waiting on a couple books to arrive in the mail, but they should be here this upcoming week.

Books can cost upwards of $100 or more each, but I usually expect to get my college books for these prices:

If you can’t read the total price, it reads $22.71. College books don’t retain their value at all.

I’m up way too late right now, but I’m really looking forward to Saturday if all goes well. Roller coasters + more BBQ! Peace out.

My last day of the Spring semester is tomorrow. I have a final exam and a project that I need to finish, but they’re in the bag as long as I don’t bomb which I definitely don’t plan on doing. I’ll then have a couple weeks to wrap my head around everything else that’s been on the backburner and savor some ennui a little bit before going back for more brain wrinkles for the summer session.

I’m meeting my goddaughter for the first time this weekend, and I’m really looking forward to it. I haven’t been out of town in months, and this weekend brings an end to the cycle. Will the best barbacoa tacos in the universe be waiting for me when I reach Point B? I believe so.

I enjoy watching my work slowly reach fruition and enjoy the positive energy generated even more. With that said, it’s that time again to work on something else. Peace out.

Now that my twenties are almost over, the stage of my life where I need to be a responsible adult has taken over my existence. The monotony of everyday life sprinkled with happiness has become my personal routine. As mundane as that sounds, I actually enjoy the redundancy.

The schedule goes a little something like this for the next couple weeks until I get a couple weeks off before the Summer semester begins: Mondays thru Thursdays are occupied with my full-time day job and school in the evenings. Fridays are celebrated, because I just have an eight-hour shift followed by a relaxing evening and the weekend ahead. Saturdays and Sundays fly by, because I do whatever I want with them unless the calendar tells me otherwise.

At work, I plug into my workstation from 7am to 3pm with a couple breaks during that time. I’m connected to a machine which is connected to another machine which is connected to yet another machine and who knows how many more machines until you’ve reached the backbone of this vast network that records our lives.

When I am not in front of this type of device that you’re using to read this, I am living. Go do the same. You’re better than this.