The Number 23

If you would have asked me 3 years ago where I saw myself in 3 years, there's no way I would have thought I would be sitting here.

Today, the 19th, was my birthday and I turned 23 years old.  I never really saw myself as some 23 year old billionaire or anything crazy like that, but I definitely didn't see myself in my current position.

I am 23, single, still in school, no idea if I will even find a job in my field when I do graduate, and just unsure of life in general.  I have confidence that I will end up where I'm supposed to be eventually, but life is not coming along as quickly as I hoped.

I'm not saying I'm in any hurry to have a stable job and family, but I envisioned I would have both by now.

Maybe I'm just a little down, but having turned 23 and spending most of the day by myself makes a guy think about what he wants in life, or what he doesn't have in life for that matter.

Anyways, happy birthday to me and all others that share this date.  Until next time, party like it's 1999.

Surgery Update

I finally had surgery on my knee yesterday at about 6:00 am.  After I arrived, they got my ready to roll, put me to sleep, and when I woke up, I was about ready to walk out the door.  Yesterday was a cake walk compared to today.  Yesterday, even though my knee was sore, I was pumped full of drugs and had a direct shot of Novocaine in my knee.  Today, on the other hand, is an entirely different story.  I woke up around 2:30 this morning to some soreness, but nothing compared to now.  When I actually woke up at about 7:30, I could barely move, and even now, with hydros in my system, I'm sore as all hell. 

Hopefully everything heals up faster then expected. I don't really like laying around doing nothing.  

Summertime

I think it's safe to say summer if finally here!

I've seen a bunch of posts and other things about "Summer Bucket Lists" and such.  Sure, there are things I want to accomplish this summer, but mostly, I want a little summer romance.  I've been single now for about 9 months and to be completely honest, I'm over being single.  Being single is a good novelty for awhile, but it's gotten to the point where I want nothing more than to be able to kiss someone goodnight and cuddle up to them and go to sleep.  I'm not saying I'm going to just settle down with the next woman that walks through my door, but I'm almost 23 and I'm ready for a steady relationship and a "marriage" type.  Maybe that sounds weird, but I've been in relationships pretty steady since I was about 15 and they never quite work out so I'm ready to settle down.  I'm ready for "the one".  Yeah, that didn't really help the whole "weird" vibe, but I speak the truth and that's what I'm giving you.

In the meantime, I just want to have fun this summer.  Maybe the perfect woman for me will just fall into my arms.

For now, I shall sleep, because I'm ridiculously tired.  I hope everyone has a great summer and until next time, don't drink the pool water.

People

You know, I never really had a problem with people until the last few years.  When I was younger and throughout high school, I could get along with just about anyone.  Now, I cannot stand half of the people I encounter on a daily basis.  I don't know what it is, I'm getting older and tolerate less, or people are just getting more stupid.  I feel as though people are getting more stupid though.

The downfall of my generation and the generation after is absolutely remarkable.  It's like people devolved into mindless morons. You can blame whatever you want on this devolution, because I don't know for sure what the cause is, I just know it is happening.  People are getting dumber by the second.

Anyway, that was just my mini-rant on people because I'm sick of them. Have a fabulous day.

Surgery

Pretty sure I forgot to mention this, but about 2 months ago, I tore my meniscus which is the cartilage in your knee between the 2 major bones of your leg and now there is a piece of my meniscus just floating around in my knee.

Only reason I thought about this is because I had my pre-operation appointment at the doctor today so I can have surgery June 11th.

I will say this, I hope I never have to have surgery again.  It's not that I am scared or worried to have surgery, but the pre-op questions asked by the doctor made me feel like I broke the law and the FBI was after me and investigating me.  The doctor asks so many questions and most of them just made me feel uncomfortable.

Anyway, that's what's happening in my life.  I forgot to mention it when it first happened because I didn't have a computer at the time.  I'll tell you what, worst pain I've ever experienced in my life.

June 11th I am having surgery, so hopefully that date will hurry and and get here so I can get my knee fixed and start going things I actually enjoy without pain again.

Until next time, don't eat the yellow snow.

Roommates

In a way, having roommates is like having a relationship.  There's that awkward beginning stage where you learn everything new about them, usually things that disgust you or make you wish you hadn't put yourself in that situation to begin with.  There's the clinger stage where you do absolutely everything together.  Then there's the breakup.

Living in a house with 4 guys for the last 2 years has been an experience and then some. Recently, last night actually, three of us decided it was time for our other roommate to leave.  It's been a work in progress for the last few months, but we finally decided to tell him he had to go.  To my surprise, I came home today and he had most of his stuff moved out.  I thought great!  I don't need to do anything and he's finally moving out.  With further inspection, I found that he decided to take along a bunch of stuff that wasn't his.  This is where the relationship aspect comes into play.  I felt like he was just a crazy girlfriend you wanted to break up with but were worried about how they would react.  Would he just pack his stuff up and leave or burn the house down in a fit of rage? It was up in the air for awhile there.  However, we're still trying to get all our stuff back, not very willingly I might add.  Although we have his part of the initial deposit that he wants, he's still being difficult in giving the stuff back.

I should add, as I mentioned before, I am very OCD.  All of my stuff has it's place and I don't care if it's been there 5 minutes or 5 years, I know when it's been moved.  For him to think he was going to get away taking a bunch of my shit was an absurd thought to say the least.  For those that know me well, they know I don't get upset easily, and I'm actually not that upset about this whole situation, just minutely frustrated.  However, I also know I control if he gets his money or not and there is not a damn thing he can do about that which gives me great satisfaction.

I really needed to say something about this whole situation.  I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders now that he's gone and it feels great!  We have a new roommate moving in on the first of the month that has been my friend for a few years so it should be a good change of pace.  Until next time, stay classy.

I'm Back

I've been majorly slacking on putting up any kind of post in the last few weeks.  This is due to the fact that I no longer have a computer at my disposal...The university I attend gives computers to all full time students and since the end of the semester I have not had a computer and that's that.

As I was saying, the semester of college is over, thank goodness.  As for the summer, lots of beer and fun is in the foreseeable future.  Being it could very well be my last summer in North Dakota, I want to make the best of it.

Not a whole lot else has been going on since I last posted. I'm still single, which sucks, and I'm over being single now.  Call it whatever you want, since school has ended I've really been girlfriend-minded.  No such luck so far.

Until another day, or possibly later tonight since I've been so absent from my blog, I'm off.