Herro...

My otherwise moderate-to-good mood was spoiled when I saw this:

Anyone there?

I'm am probably the world's worst blogger because I NEVER update. Well, second worst....megaaaaaaaaaan (that's supposed to be read in the style of "gillyyyyyyyyyyyyy"). Now that I'm back, at least for now, I think I should clarify some things about my semi-recent posts:

Anyone who reads this knows that I'm, sadly, still hopelessly in love with Meggie. As usual, I've seen the errors in my ways and have a billion regrets. I can't do anything about it currently. I've taken all the steps that are possible as of right now. The result? Probably the best that I could hope to receive. Now all I can do is wait.

School....ohhhhhhhhh, school. My appeal for internship was denied. I took the required Praxis and have to wait until January to Student Teach. It's easier to get a job in May anyway.

Housing. I, currently, need a place to live. I'm thinking about moving in with a friend of mine. I doubt it'll be a problem, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed.



Other news...I am loving The Blueprint III.

Shut Up

Yes, I love her.

No, I can't stop loving her.

Yes, I support that she loves someone else.

No, I've never met this 'someone else'

No, I'm not willing to try to let her love anyone other that me

I know that I'm less-than-desirable

Daddy's Back...for now

Here's the skinny (or in my case, not-so-skinny):

I'm working. If you wake up and ask yourself, "I wonder what Big Mike is doing?"..If you wanna go grab a bite to eat for lunch...If you just wanna call me and catch up....The answer is I'm working. Oh, and my cell phone has crapped out again. I know, I know. I break phones all the time. I'll get the problem fixed soon. Here's the deal about this job:

• I work from 6am to whenever the boss says to go home. Monday thru Saturday. (sometimes Sunday)
  
• I get (as of 2 days ago) $9.00/hour
• If I work more than 40 hours a week, I get time + 1/2. (Now $13.50)
• I routinely work 60-70 hours a week.
  
• Ugh.

I did, however, find time to watch the first episode of The Real World: Cancun. Here's another bulleted list containing my thoughts:

• CJ is a dreamboat. Even I would have sex with this man. Not surprising, I know. He's cool in my book though. He has a gf. I believe he will not cheat on her, even though he's already SLEPT in a female roommates bed. (He should have slept with Derek)
• Joey is an ass. That's it. He's a creep.
  
• Derek is the only normal person in the house. I have a slight man-crush on him. Of course, he's gay.
  
• Emilee is too much. Too nice. Too sweet. Too much. She wants CJ even though he has a woman. No, Emilee.
• Jasmine/Ayiiia are nothing to me....yet.
  
• Bronne is me. You know it. I know it. He got so drunk that he made out with a woman's MOTHER. He has little personality other than being a follower. I'm anxious to see this season so that Bronne can show me what I would be like on the RR.
• I have saved Jonna for last on purpose. This damn girl. She has a bf at home. Listen to me closely: No she doesn't. She "started dating" this homely looking guy (to quote High Fidelity: "What I really learned from the whole Charlie Debacle is that you gotta punch your weight. Charlie was out of my Class: too pretty, too smart, too witty, too much. What am I? Average. A middleweight. Not the smartest guy in the world, but certainly not the dumbest.") before she got on the show so that she could be the drama queen that cheated on her significant other. She told Derek that she wouldn't. She will. I just hope it's not with CJ. Needless to say, I don't like this girl. As the adage goes: If she looks like a liar and she sounds like a liar, she's a slut.
  

PS: This song is on Repeat in my head lately.

Summertime Update

I'm in Russellville. I'm poor. There's nothing to do. I'm looking for a job. That's what's been happening in my life.

I recently have become addicted to Disc Golf. If you don't know what that is, look it up on YouTube. It looks nerdy, but it's SO fun.

Other than that, I'm a loser. Nothing going on in my world. :(

Follow Up

I know that Fayetteville will be more fun. Russellville sucks. I know this. You know this. There is nothing to do, hence, nothing to spend my hard earned money on. With the money saved, I could purchase a much needed vehicle for my internship this fall. Basically, it's Fun vs Responsibility.

Clap Ya Hands Like This...

Like THIS!

The sun is out today. I don't know for how long, but Mikey likey. As for what's new with me, it's Finals Week at Arkansas Tech University. That means a couple of things. 1) I don't study. 2) My classes are at strange times during the day. 3) I get to stay up late for no reason. 4) The semester is almost over. 5) As a result of #4, I have to make a decision about my summer plans.

I have narrowed it down to two options. I can either:

1. Maintain my residence in Russellville. Get a job (probably the shitty factory job that I used to have working nights). Try to save money. Try to lose weight. Play a shit-load of sand volleyball with friends. Orrrrrrrrrrr...
   
2. Pretty much move to Fayetteville. Stay with Marshall and Lauren. Work behind the bar at Habibi like last summer. TRY to workout regularly, eat healthy, and lose weight. TRY NOT to spend all my money at restaurants and the mall. Play a shit-load of sand volleyball in the Fayetteville Summer Sand Volleyball League. Have tons of fun.