8/23/2004
It Had To End One Day
The Summer of Al (TSOA) has officially come to a close. Today was the first day of school over at Southern Illinois University Edwardsville and I was up and at 'em at 7:15 this morning. A rather large departure from the last month of rolling out of bed at noon, playing Playstation and listening to talk radio. I'd be lying if I said I'm not going to miss TSOA. After all, it did encompass:
-Being discharged (Honorably, I might add) from the Marines
-Giving the keys to my broken down '93 LeBaron to a hillbilly somewhere in the hills of West Virginia
-Pretending I was Steve Martin in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles and blowing $1000 and two days worth of time on renting cars to finally make it to Illinois from West Virginia (If only I had pretended to be his character in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, I might have never have had to work again.)
-An awesome get away with the dudes to Indiana
-Purchasing my first reliable car
-Setting a world's record by casting 138 fishing rods into my parents lake and not getting A single bite.
-Moving to St. Louis
-Married Ashlee Simpson; although it was quickly annuled and she will deny it ever happened, I have a soiled pair of boxer-briefs to re-but her statements.
-Becoming a certified Sushi Chef
-Being drunk an awful, awful lot
If today's day at school provided any indication of the rest of the year, well...let's just say it's not all bad. After all, there is an extremely foreign man who speaks very limited English in my Public Speech class (thus virtually guaranteeing that I won't be the worst speaker in the class.)
And, as an added bonus, these skirts that the girls are wearing these days are unbelievably short. More to follow...
Also, I bid a fond farewell to Daryl Neill, Josh Ellison, Joe Sanchez, and the rest of my former co-workers as they head back over to Iraq this week. Good luck, fellas...I'll send you some booze.
-Being discharged (Honorably, I might add) from the Marines
-Giving the keys to my broken down '93 LeBaron to a hillbilly somewhere in the hills of West Virginia
-Pretending I was Steve Martin in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles and blowing $1000 and two days worth of time on renting cars to finally make it to Illinois from West Virginia (If only I had pretended to be his character in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, I might have never have had to work again.)
-An awesome get away with the dudes to Indiana
-Purchasing my first reliable car
-Setting a world's record by casting 138 fishing rods into my parents lake and not getting A single bite.
-Moving to St. Louis
-Married Ashlee Simpson; although it was quickly annuled and she will deny it ever happened, I have a soiled pair of boxer-briefs to re-but her statements.
-Becoming a certified Sushi Chef
-Being drunk an awful, awful lot
If today's day at school provided any indication of the rest of the year, well...let's just say it's not all bad. After all, there is an extremely foreign man who speaks very limited English in my Public Speech class (thus virtually guaranteeing that I won't be the worst speaker in the class.)
And, as an added bonus, these skirts that the girls are wearing these days are unbelievably short. More to follow...
Also, I bid a fond farewell to Daryl Neill, Josh Ellison, Joe Sanchez, and the rest of my former co-workers as they head back over to Iraq this week. Good luck, fellas...I'll send you some booze.
