32 oz of milkshake goodness...

As I sit here at 3:30 am with a monsterous strawberry milkshake I wonder if I have anything worht writing down. Life seems to be at somewhat of a standstill. My jobacquisition seems to have come to a halt once again. I could go in and demand that they schedule my orientation, but I feel like my old self once again and nothing's going to end up getting done. Maybe it's my overwhelming urge to resist woring at Target by any means possible. And while I suppose that it's an understandable and justified dread I'm sue that I should get out and do something aboutt it, or at least start looking again for another job. I very much dislike this policy of working for money. Have people ever considered not working for money? This seems like a much more beneficial circumstance to me...

School is still the same old humdrum I cry and moan about every time. It semms like I can hardly try and still keep on the higher end of the grading curve. I've decided to attempt a transfer for winter term over at psu. I sent out some e-mails and now I'm waiting on a few responses before I can turn any paperwork in. hopefully, they will take accept my application. This should provide a nice change in my schedule and provide me with the oportunity to make some new friends. Maybe I'll even take it as a confidence booster. this may be a little known fact, but I've never been real keen on community college as the answer to higher education. It has it's time and place, but I have an over-inflated ego and a superiority complex. Just ask my momma. On the more serious side, if I can transfer to psu for winter term it means I can check out it's campus and all that fun stuff for a whole term before I sign myself away to it for the next year. That way if I don't enjoy it I can start looking at other colleges to start the next fall term at. Or if I like it, I can apply for housing or something. I'm not really sure how all that works. I guess I should have taken all the college searching we did in Mrs. Denny's class a bit more seriously.

I think that's about all I really have to say. Oh, and on a final note. I've finished the milkshake in about 17 minutes. I think that's a pretty good time. Hosta peace out.