New semester has begun, already into the fourth week, and my fellow classmates are already counting down on Days until the Graduation (95 Days to Go). Looking outside, it is endless sea of dull gray and dirty brown surrounding tired white. Road is atrocious to drive, and too messy to walk around. Nearby Stop sign has gone to the way of Dodo after side-swiped by a small pickup truck few weeks ago during a snow storm. Graduation anxiety has yet to set in, but I am already wondering about the future that is unknown to me. Anxious to find a permanent job, equally anxious to think that I may not be able to find one. It is tough time for us to live in. Summer will surely come to this town like a clockwork, but will our heart thaw in time?
School:
Taking 16 credits, and already tired of it.
Well-being:
Blood Pressure is fine, slower season does relieve bit of stress from overworking.
Job:
One boss has quit, and not the one I dearly wanted to be departed from us.
Reading:
Book: 50 Essays
Manga: Amanchu! (Amano Kozue's latest work)
Watching:
I'm not sure if I'm really watching anything on TV anymore.
Watched Coraline; It was highly artistic movie, refreshing change from a depressing movie like The Wrestler.
Playing:
Prince of Persia (Visually pleasing to look at, not so much with playing due to some control issue; thank you princess for saving my bacon).
Waiting for F.E.A.R.2 to arrive.
Two Cents (One Four Hundred Trillionth of the latest stimulus package):
Pfizer bought Wyeth, leaving just few smaller players left in this ever-looking-like-a-gladiator-field industry. Everyone is feeling the effect of higher copay, first from $0.05 increase on Medicare Part D program, and even the Empire Plan is taking hike, leaving many state workers unhappy. My sociology professor once said that one of the best gauge to determine one's social class is to measure their volume level. Louder they are, lower class they are in, and vice-versa. Most customers in my work packs the maximum volume.
