Woah, life is for sure happening right now...

All the sudden things are taking off left, right, up, down, backwards… woah! School started two weeks ago and already stress is high. Hours are cut at Lunds, which is great because now that I don't feel like a live there I can provide something similar to decent customer service ;)
Also, tonight was the new Cosmic's training night/pseudo grand opening. Because we havn't yet passed health inspection we couldn't legally sell anything, but we sure can give shit away! So we made mochas, smoothies, shakes, and chais all night long. The remodel looks FAN-fucking-tastic. Hardly recognizable. Two 50' flat screen TVs, new booths, new floors, new patio, new register (one that actually works), and a semi-new staff that is excited to get things off the ground! Really, can't wait for things to get set in a groove.
Back to school - very interesting material (what is not to like about pharmacology?!?), small classes, spunky and knowledgable teachers. There is only one thing, and it has more to do with me than anyone else. It is going to be super hard NOT to yell at a few of the people in my class... they are what i would describe as "over-sharers". Don't get me wrong, it is GREAT that you have something more to bring to the table as far as personal experience - but i DO NOT want to know about your own personal recovery, or the fact that your daughter is a crack addict who isn't smoking crack but thinks she can drink normally, and i SURE as hell don't care about what you think of perscriptions for those with mental illness in early recovery. I just DON'T need to know that much about you. I would understand perfectly if you put it hypothetically - there is no need to make it impossible for me to respond/say anything relating back to your stories without sounding like a douche bag, or pissing you off. It is too personal, ya know? I don't want to give you unsolicited advice, or try and assess your life. That is why YOU see a counselor, or why YOU take the time out of your day to talk to someone who can DO something about it. Just all around uncomfortable.

Time-management is going to be stupid difficult this semester. Working 20 hours at Cosmics, 12-15 at Lunds, in class Monday and Wednesday Nights 6-930, and maybe meetings in there? A sponsee perhaps?
Life is happening. and I am soooo greatful it is.

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The Grand Hookah

So tonight I left Cosmics around 10:00 because Freddy is closing wednesday and I do not feel like working tonight.

I stopped by the DQ and had a fantastic chat with Julia - that bitch is funny as hell. Turns out her sister and my brother are friends and she saw him at a party the other day. It is so weird, all the connections there are between my brother's class and mine. The Spencers, Cohens, Sporers trifecta!

After getting a terrified look from the boy who works there that I thought was interested (but was not) I thought it best that I head out. I met up with Rob and a few of the other folks from Cosmics at Grand Hookah. Basically, I am in love with this place. Not only is it open late as hell on the weekends, but there is free wi-fi, and you can smoke INSIDE. For someone from my generation that is such a rare thing - smoking inside. Although there is no food to buy or anything, still worth the money and fun you have.

They play a lot of Lil Wayne here, which means Claire will LOVE it.

I have decided I REALLY need to not pursue a relationship until I have at least two years sober. Nothing has gone well with any attempts or opportunities that have come up so far, and I am sick of putting effort into it. Someone will come along eventually, and when they do I will be optimally available for them. It isn't fair for anyone to deal with my Bullshit thinking. Right now, I am lacking any kind of conscious contact and it is not good.

Rob wants to play dominos! Stay fly, folks.

"But ya know it aint trickin if you got it" -Weezy F. Baby

Give me a Minute to Win It!

So I just sent an email in to NBC stating my interest in being on their new show "Minute To Win It". I have never wanted anything so bad in my life, I would totally KILL that shit. Freddy started this new thing thursday nights at Cosmics where you can win a free drink by completing one of the Minute To Win It tasks. Needless to say I was not able to complete the task... but it was a lot harder than the ones on the TV show usually are! You had to blow all but one playing card off the top of a root beer bottle in less than sixty seconds. Harder than it sounds.

I totally spaced tonight and when I got off work at two I went home to take a nap. I ended up waking up at 8:30 instead of around six to go to Claire's for dinner. I felt terrible!! I am going to have to make it up to her BIGTIME!!

Ended up stopping by Grace Moran's house for a short visit, saw some people I have not seen in a long time, it was fantastic!

I started listening to RadioLab's podcasts because my coffee bud Laura said they were awesome. Right now I am listening to their episode on Mortality, and vegetative states, and the development of how we determine death. You know, how it used to be by breath, the heart beating, and now brain function. I guess there are "11 Meditations On Death" that they are talking about. I just got done listening to them interview a man who jumped off a bridge, probably the golden gate. How he woke up that day and knew it was just the thing to do; he knew that he was going to die today and it was okay. He was on the bridge, holding the railing, about to jump. And as soon as he saw his hands let go of the railing he thought "Oh no. This was a mistake! Someone help me." But there was nothing he could do - he just dropped and hit the water. He survived (obviously), but what an experience! They also talked about this lady who went to see a neural psychologist, and at first seemed fine. But she eventually started talking about how she didn't think things were real. She then asked him "Am I dead?" And really. When you die, do you realize it? I mean. How would you know if you are dead or not?

Deep Thoughts. Everybody listen to Radio Lab.

"Now, a consequence of this cosmic scheme is going to surprise you. When you die you are grieved by all the atoms of which you are composed. Well. I mean they hung together for years whether in sheets of skin or communities of spleen, but after your death they don't die. Instead they part ways, moving off in their separate directions; mourning the loss of a special time they shared together. Actually haunted that they were once playing a part in something... larger than themselves. Something that had it's own life. Something that uhm... uh... that they can hardly put a finger on."

-David Eagleman from his book "Sum".

Don't stop believin', folks.