I've heard through the grapevine that there is actually an audience for this blog, an audience that is clamoring for my triumphant return. Okay, so maybe there's no "clamoring," but I do know that people have visited here only to leave disappointed by the site of that post about Albert Pujols. This post is dedicated to those die hard groupies who have wasted valuable seconds of their lives over the last two months on this derelict blog.
I know it's late, but I hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving. My break has been so incredibly lazy that even I am a little awed by it. That's what happens when you go 5 months with only 2 or 3 days off. Time has just flown by since I started working, way faster than even college (and
that was fast!)
I don't remember if I mentioned the whole graduation fiasco in a previous blog entry, but I don't believe I did. In a nutshell, here's what happened: I didn't bother to check when the deadline to apply for the December graduation was, so I missed it. I contacted the Graduate School and made every attempt to get them to make an exception for me, but they did not. Just last week, after nearly two months of mostly one-sided communication between the Graduate School and myself, I have finally succeeded in at least gaining the right to participate in the ceremony, even if I won't be officially graduating until next May. It's been a major pain in the ass to get to this point, and while I realize that it's mostly my fault, I'm still relieved that I don't have to deal with this anymore. Now I just have to go pick up my cap and gown and the tickets and I'm all set. Thank God!
I went bowling with Stacey, Scott, and Stacey's friend Vicki on Wednesday night at Wheaton Bowl. It was fun, and I bowled well—at least in the first game. I got a 140, not my best but certainly not bad. Scott, however, bowled out of his mind and got a 166 in the second game. I, meanwhile, just started sucking it up and barely broke 100. I'm not sure what happened, but I just lost my control. I kind of wish I had my own ball for situations like this, since the house balls that fit my fingers are a little too heavy, greasy, and riddled with nastiness inside those holes. I don't bowl all that often, but it'd still be nice not to rely on the bowling alley for my equipment.
Speaking of that night, there was a group of three middle school aged girls that took up residence in the lane next to ours. They got on our nerves because they knew nothing of bowling etiquette. I took a couple of bowling classes at college, so I am a little more knowledgeable about many aspects of bowling than those who have not. However, a person should not require a class to know that jumping up and down and pretending to throw the ball—all while the person in the next lane is patiently waiting for his turn—is rude. Does common sense even exist anymore? I'm sure that the girls weren't doing this on purpose, and they probably felt like their bowling neighbor was being a jerk when he basically scolded them for their behavior. However, I don't feel any pity because, hey, they need to learn this or stop bowling.
Changing courses a little bit, it's been announced that Alias will end it's run once the current season ends next May. This is a sad day for me because, while the show has lost a lot of the magic that made it so appealing and intriguing, it's still a quality show and I have a soft spot for it. I hope (and am confident) that the series will end with a bang. Interestingly enough, after a disappointing fourth season last year, the current season has greatly exceeded my expectations, especially given the fact that Jennifer Garner has been sidelined for the most part, due to her pregnancy.
My sister Mary has requested that I say the following: "My sister is so cool! I'm honored to be related to her." See, Mary? I didn't erase it! ;-)
Okay I think that should suffice for now. (Hopefully "for now" doesn't end up being a month!) I need to head out of here. Have a good weekend!
-Mark
