These are the voices which we hear in solitude

Yeah, I haven't been here since June. Sue me. Four months ain't that long. Right now, I should be studying for the two midterms that I have tomorrow. I have been, to be honest...kinda. I'm more concerned with one than the other, though, so it should be fine.

So I was reading on the front steps of the library yesterday evening doing some reading when I ended up in a lengthy conversation with someone. If you're not aware of this, I'll graduate in August (assuming that take summer classes and don't fuck up between now and then.) It has been well-published in the hallowed tripe that is the Asswipe Chronicles that I have something just short of a mountain of student loan debt. Blah, blah. Just like pretty much everyone else that goes to college that doesn't have a parent that owns a dealership (Bro, my dad totally owns a dealership).

Let's back pedal here for just a second. I met with one of my professors last week and she recommended a bunch of shit that I could do after I graduate; the Peace Corps, Americorps, Teach for America (which I have given some pretty serious though), the 5th year teacher certification program at Alabama, the State Department Foreign Service exam, civilian work for the Pentagon or CIA (no), and taking advantage of the extreme shortage of social studies teachers in the Washington, D.C. area (because some places actually don't hire football coaches to teach history). I'm gonna take a pretty solid look at most of those.

Back to the original story. I mentioned all of these things and realized what I really want to do when I get the hell out of college.

1) Pay off the shitload of money that I owe as fast as possible.
2) This is the most important part. I want as few financial obligations as possible.

That's my official goal in life. Not to start a family. Not to see the world. Not to get a blumpkin. I want to live as simple as possible. I'll grow my own food. No cable. No internet.

We'll see how that works out. Oh yeah, since the last time that I was here, I got a new bike. It's pretty bitchin'. I call it the Death Star.

Anyways, this is dumb. I gotta go study. At the rate I'm going, see ya next year.

Oh yeah, I'm in love with the one that's singing this song.