So as this week draws to a close, so does my small vacation. In reality, it hasn't been a vacation at all. At the very start of the "vacation", it was moving time, and not simple moving from dorm to dorm, or dorm to home, but moving from dorm to apartment, which requires an assload more trips and a lot more work. After about 4 days of continuous work, we had our selves a respectable looking area. Almost a week later it was practically complete. Last Sunday we expected to receive some sort of television connection, only to find that it was this Sunday upcoming. That sucked. We have been living the last two weeks on no Television or Internet. It gets rather boring. Thanks to the realtor people, we have not yet heard from the internet providers. After signing the lease on Tuesday, we have come to find that not having much to do during the week, and everybody's stupid ass fear of coming to the city leave us with little to look forward to. Everyone has some excuse as to why they cannot come down here. I suppose they are not required to visit, but they should also realize that when I am home, my time will now be solely dedicated to playing, and thus any rompus time I would otherwise expend will be no more. My back still itches, why should I scratch yours?
In other news, starting co-op in 4 days, not sure if I'm happy about it, but I know I'm excited. Those two feelings are completely separate. Philadelphia had a transformer blow up today. PECO is probably not happy about that, but a little fire extinguishing and all will be well.
I'm damn bored here as I've hinted at above. With an internet connection, I decided to look up the jazz clubs in Philly. I'm starting to switch musical phases again. It happens quite often with me. I never dislike anything I've previously enjoyed, I just take a liking to one genre more than others. It was progressive rock for a while, but now its slid into jazz. Its good too, because jazz is freely available on the radio. I am attempting to find some jazz club to attend tomorrow night so we aren't bored out of our minds, but it doesn't look like thats happening. Too bad, maybe another time.
Riding into work this afternoon I noticed how damn cold it is outside. I did wear my red sweatshirt thing, but still, its not quite time for summer to leave yet.
Looking out the windows here, I laugh ever so slightly at all those children moving into Drexel for the first time, having no idea what to expect, but yet being so damn anxious to be out on their own. Here I am 2 years later, getting ready to engineer some buildings or something intense, and just riding out the final three years of classes and final co-op. Poor children have no idea what kind of hell awaits them. Hopefully the teachers will tell them that the second year is actually their hardest year, so that it won't hit them like a brick wall.
In closing, red is still the best color ever, and I'm starting to depreciate the internet and television, which is fine, yet I know when we finally get it I will be happy to be online again, whenever I do feel like it.
I will be working tomorrow, so I will have access to the interweb.
Until then, take care, and watch out for them transformers.
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