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 Here I am once again on this great stage known as the internet about to attempt my second post.  First off, I have no explanation for the smiley face at the beginning of this post.  I found the button for the smileys, clicked on one, and there it is. If this offends you, I am sorry.  I have no excuse.

    So ok, where did I leave off? Oh yeah, so I did the graduation thing, almost fell asleep while the prez droned on and on about how awesome this place that I would soon be escaping was, and I stabbed a star.  So that covers that.  I got set-up in my new apartment. LOVE IT.  This probably is somehow related to the fact that there are no roaches, mice, or foreign students running around here.  Apparently, the exterminators around here do a better job. Also, I'm working full time now.  This is the same job I've been doing for a long time, but it is holding me over until I find something else.  Right now, I think I'm about to get a job offer from Loomis Fargo to be a balance auditor.  I believe this because they have called my employment, references, and are wanting me to come in for a polygraph test next week.  That's right, I'm going to be hooked up to a lie detector.  I hope that when they are done with all of the serious questions, I will get to play around with it.  Let's see if I can get the machine to believe I'm a jedi.  Out of curiousity, what would happen if I failed the polygraph by answering all of their "would you steal" questions in the affirmative.  That would confuse the hell out them.  Technically, they would know that I don't steal because of the machine, but on the other hand, I lied about wanting to steal.  Would they consider me a good kid confused about his answers? Or, would they consider me a nervous thief with an attempted false bravado? I bet I would still be offered the job.

Ok, so I woke up this morning and realized that something was missing from my life.  My apartment seemed empty and devoid of affection.  Just standing in my apartment, I had this overwhelming sensation that I was not a complete man.  It was as though the puzzle pieces of my life had all fallen in place save one.  It was as though the tree of my adulthood was blocked from taking full root by one stone yet unmoved.  It was as though the compartments of my heart were filled with joys except for the one that really matters.  In that moment, I decided to change all of this.  I told myself, "I'm independent now; I graduated college; there is no reason that I should be alone."  I got dressed and I went out to change this dilemma around before it is too late.  I drove over to Best Buy and purchased a microwave oven.  I came back home, gently carried it up the stairs and across my threshold.  I put on some music and pulled it out of the box, being careful not to scratch its paint.  I simply let the foam padding drop to the floor, for my mind was focused on my microwave.  I carried it over to my counter, the special spot I had picked out for it, and plugged it in.  As the brilliant green light of the clock flashed to life, I choked back my tears.  I am complete now.  I'm happy.  Together, we can cuddle and nuke food.  No longer will I wait 30 minutes to reheat pizza! My microwave and I will do it in 2! 

Okay, here I go.  I'm at a very interesting point in my life.  I'm exactly 6 days, 11 hours, 15 minutes, and 25 seconds away from the moment that I graduate from Oklahoma City University with my uber Bachelor's in Business Economics.  Therefore, this should be one of the most exciting times of my life. HA, exciting is a word for it, though probably not in the way you would think.  Interesting is a more accurate description. 

         Remember back to elementary when your teacher told you that if you graduated college with a *useful degree*, then there would be a company waiting to give you a high paying job, fast sports car, and keys to the executive condo, THE TEACHER LIED!  In reality, you bounce around from interview to interview walking out of offices and wishing for some way to regain the wasted hours of life because the best your interviewer offered you is a small cubicle where you sit on the phone and try to convince someone to buy something they don't want, (Dell).  We don't even treat mice that poorly. Yeah mice are stuck in a little box too, but at least they have an exercise wheel.  The only perk this guy offered me was unlimited potential for over-time. *yippe* Not all interviews have been this bad, but I'm still waiting to be offered that sports car.  Other fun stuff, trying to find places to live and fighting extreme senoritis.  Somewhere in all of this, I should be planning graduation celebrations.  So far, my wild plans include something about putting on some robe and walking around somewhere. 

All in all, it has been an interesting time.  This is my very first web blog ever, so give me a little time to find some other event to comment on rather than myself.

*useful degree* = Business or some computer stuff. Not useful= music or philosophy, the teachers tell these people to make friends with the welfare office, to learn to make legible cardboard signs, and to scout out some nice landscaping at a quick-stop somewhere to move to after college.