Lessons in domestication

Good morning dear reader, today, and probably for the next two days, we will be doing a bit on domestication and housekeeping. This is amusing because my mature big brother is our case study, and he is my primary follower on here, and, I'm kind of living with him for fall break.

Things to bear in mind, I do not have any false sense of being a good house(apartment)keeper. I am considered by college peers to be a slob, mediocre cook, and all around bum. Now then:

Lesson #1
Appropriate storage use

Beer is delicious
Beer is what's good
It makes us loquacious
But it's not really food
When in college we were
And Yoda was cool
One maintained a beer fridge
As a general rule
Yet as we are done
And on to real life
This you should remember
More goes in the damn refrigerator than just beer and good cheese and snack packs :)

Lesson #2
Proper food

When from whiskey I first weaned
At the meek age of three
There was naught I loved more
Than Chef Boyardee

But now I'm a man
I'm back on the bottle
This delectable dish
A distant memory
One does not make a dinner
On Chef Boyardee
Chicken nuggets and hot dogs
Macaroni and cheese
These are far better options
For an evening entree

That's all for now readers, I do have more lessons for tomorrow. Mom if you're reading this you should call and back me up.

Somewhere in the between

No, seriously. I mean, what else is there to do when you have to write and re-write everyone's slides and then write them scripts to go along with the slides so that you don't have time to review your own and end up winging it and still end up doing better than others so you have to help them improve and you remain mediocre.
Annnnnddd I love engineering. What I don't love is the arbitrary processes that are supposedly 'requisite' in American engineering society. Yeah, we have a code of ethics to stand up to, it's called help people and do it right. On the bright side I might have invented a new concept in my field, might have revolutionized everything, and become famous. Hooray bacon!
I totally got to run around in the woods today, crawling through deer runs and stuff looking for hazardous waste. Chyeah, love me some exploratizing.
And now I'm actually gonna go to bed, cause I'm past the sleep deprived slap happy part and on to the terminal depression part. Tomorrow is a long day, but it's another day.

"I'm not leaving this place
Unless I'm leaving with you
Cause you're the only person
With a half decent heart
And I know you will put it to use"

Our endless numbered days

I really should be asleep. But then again, there's a lot of things I really should do. It's kind of amusing in a sick and sad way, now that I know where I want to go, what I want to do, it terrifies me. As a far off dream it was okay, it was acceptable, but now that it's a tangible reality I am frightened away. What if I'm unworthy? What if I'm not able to live up to my own hopes? On the other hand there's the other fears, What if I let this chance go? What if I forget my dreams and become just another one?
My justification for my dream is this. I know that we're all put here to change the world in some way. For most of us, this will be a quietly significant way. It will be the loving of someone, the creation of children and loving them, who in turn will change the world in a quietly significant way. I won't deny that statistically this is what I will end up doing. However, as of now I have no prospects, no aspirations of that sort, so instead I must find my own way of changing the world. I refuse to plan to do nothing. Since I have no quiet prospects, I propose in my mind something a tad more garish, more my style. By and large my dream will be mocked, it's not the societal norm. I know and understand that the odds of me ending up with a prospect and settling down and living quietly opposed to following and achieving my dream is about 100-1 or greater. Should this occur I will reconcile myself to it gladly, because in the end, that might be my destiny. The changing of one moment, one day, one life.
The road from here is not easy, it is not marked, but the mountains lay spread out before me, and they call to me. No longer can I ignore them, I must take up my path and follow it where it leads. The path behind is nothing more than an access trail. I'm standing on the cliff, the plaque is here in the rock. So many have set out from this point, and none is the same, nor will I be.