…ok my night may have gotten a little better.

Going up to Wisconsin for the weekend to see DMB with a buddy of mine.

This will be fun.

It’s been nearly two years since I personally thanked Billy Corgan for creating music that has been with me through every major moment in my life. Joy, sadness, love and loss…

About a week and a half before I’ll be seeing them for a fifth time at the Forecastle Festival in Louisville! :)

Words cannot describe how much I need this show.

Rescue Me is a sick, twisted show. I love it. Life, love, betrayal, family. Both extremes played out completely.

At least it’s a beautiful morning…kind of feels like early fall. Think its time to hit the road.

Everything comes full circle in its own way.

I find that’s an appropriate statement considering my new employment at an IT consultancy firm. Also, considering the degree I’m now going after is the same as when I first began. A few of my friends consider it to be time wasted…I prefer to look at it like this: There are those that instinctively know their path from the beginning. The road might have a few twists, turns or valleys but the end is always in sight. Mine was more of a mountain with numerous paths up. It took trying different things and going to different places for me to determine what I really want.

When I first started out, my hyper-focus caused me to burn out. Ding. Lesson learned. While tonight was spent creating a list of areas to focus on and learn in the upcoming months…the morning will be spent fishing w/ friends

Drove through some serious rainfall on the way home and happened to catch this…

Right now I’m wondering if it’s possible to rebuild burned bridges…maybe not so much burned as fallen-apart-due-to-neglect. Although, some are definitely burned–just not sure which ones. I have a feeling my actions when I was 18 are going to come back and haunt me in a bad way. Five years ago. Wow…

I met with someone from financial aid and presented my case…I believe I have all the documentation they needed but the process is incredibly lengthy. The director has to review my case and then decide if it gets presented to a committee. Have I mentioned I hate waiting?

I’m playing every card in my hand and a few that aren’t. Hopefully while this is going on I can get a job lined up…

But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through
You’ll fake it if you have to
And you’ll show up for work with a smile
You’ll be better
And You’ll be smarter
And More grown up and a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
And you’ll be awake
You’ll be alert
You’ll be positive though it hurts
And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends
And you’ll be a real good listener
You’ll be honest
You’ll be brave
You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful
You’ll be happy

mmm. Thank you Rilo Kiley. Inspiring music and great friends have been the glue of my world as of late.  It’s the feeling of being trapped and searching that’s getting to me. But hey, I can safely say I am doing everything in my power to change my situation. I’m throwing down application after application and looking at every possible avenue for financial aid. That’s all one can ask…try try try.

How many entries do I have that are like this? I’m pretty sure this time each year I’m coming up with some plan to try to get out of town. Obviously, this course of action is not working and yet I can’t come up with anything else.  I do feel confident that if I could get the housing paid for it’d be a success…

I should probably be getting some sleep…interview in Evansville tomorrow morning. I just finished compiling the appeal and all of the information for the financial aid committee…going up there Thursday to review my case.