Organic Chemistry gives me nightmares

I am about to go to sleep. I hope I don't have nightmares when I do. Since Monday, like many of you, I've been attending college. I've already found that I'm tired and I know that I have absolutely no time to do anything but eat, sleep, work, and college stuff. I can't even squeeze in some breathing! For those of you who wonder how I stay alive, I'm mearly taking oxygen from all the plant matter I digest and the nitrogen and hydrogen I need I get through a IV tube to my lungs. You might say that this is more complex than breathing, but I say that I have no time to breathe!

Imagine taking a class over just one thing. Just one thing, that's it. You get to learn about this one thing for 16 weeks. Everything about this one thing. In organic chemistry, we focus on Carbon. We're going to get very acquainted with Carbon, and for some reason, this is the most difficult class I've ever taken. It's just insane. The work load is crazy, which takes most of my time, the concepts are new and foreign, even for me, a man who has taken chemistry for the last 5 years of my life. This is too much, but I'll make it, I think. Maybe the aliens would like to help me out, they obviously know a little more than I do, why not just beam the information into my brain and let me understand it. Of course not, that would be easy.

Anyway, I'm enjoying school and everything else. Work has gotten a little dull, maybe it's the fact that I didn't get promoted and we're loosing another Third Key (Manager) at my store. I don't care about how the store is anymore, I just want to graduate college and start solving crimes or researching something.

Well, I'm going to have a lot of work to do the rest of this semester, so I doubt that I'll have time to write in this blog anymore. If anyone is still reading this, thank you, I hope you've enjoyed it. I might try to write some dreams, but no promises.

Feelings are for kids, silly Alex!

I see most of our blogs have now almost stopped, so I want to write one. This is actually a depressing one, until the end.

A couple of days ago, I went to my Parent's house to procure the rest of my tuition. I don't know what actually happened, but it ended up like I thought it would. I was upset, they called me immature, I felt like something was my fault, I left upset, and now Sheena never wants to see them again. Basically, they get upset at me for getting upset. Almost like the Trix Rabbit gets deprived of those delicious Trix. He's the fucking Trix Rabbit, the fucking kids should have to ask him for it. Well, I'm 21 and yes I still have feelings. They get hurt and I can't help that. I could choose not to show it when my feelings get hurt, but that's just covering up what makes me, me. Oh well, they're paying for school, at least the tuition part. This is the last time though. I guess I'll have to break down and get a student loan for the next few years. I'm not going to like it, but I guess it will help.

Next piece of bad news. I'm not getting the store. It doesn't look like I'm getting a store for a long time, or at all. They interviewed me, took me out to dinner, almost gave me the job, then I said that I had school. That screwed me. You see, at work, we have this thing we have to schedule to called the Template. The Template tells managers what the schedule should look like and how many hours are acceptable to use. The company ranks Districts based on Template compliance. Since I wouldn't be able to obey the Template, they don't want to loose rankings because of me, they will not promote me to manager of Gamestop Store in Midwest City. They still stick by they're word that I'm the only one who could take a store right now, but they're hands are apparently tied. No word on the fact that my store now is always Number 1 in compliance, no word that I'm the only employee who gets numbers at my store, no word about how I'm always close to the top of the Assistant Manager's bracket in numbers, no word about how I've worked for this company almost two years and gotten promoted faster than anyone else in my district, no word about how customers have asked for me by name at the Midwest City store, no word about how the current Store Manager of the Midwest City store says that he wants me to take the store, no word about how I've worked as a ASM during not 1 but 3 semesters of going to school, no word about me working almost every day through highschool at Charleston's, there is no mention of any of that. I hate to rant on it, but do you all see what an open and shut case this is? I have to step back to make sure that I'm not just tooting my own horn, but when I do, I see just a fucking bad decision. I know what would have to come first between work and school. I'm not a fucking idiot and think that just because I go to school that I couldn't cover a shift if a manager of mine just suddenly quit. I don't know what the fuck they're thinking but it pisses me off. Manager positions aren't for students, silly Alex!

Apparently, I've taken to talking in my sleep. I first noticed it the other day when Julius called on my cell phone at midnight. I thought I was talking in a dream, but it felt so real that I had to ask Sheena about it. She told me about it before I got a chance to ask. I was talking about how to make it silent. I guess I was referring to the phone ringing, but with me you never know. Anyway, I just think I'm trying to fight the Aliens that are probing my mind with chatter or I'm actually trying to make contact and tell them that I'm going to combat them. I don't know which sounds cooler.

The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, the most anticipated title of this year is no longer coming out this year. Nintendo announced to my horror that it was being pushed back from November until March. This was just not a good day. I am sad to say, that Nintendo

Finally, some good news!

GREEN DAY BABY! I will be there, listening to my favorite band, in just a matter of hours! I can't believe it. I've wanted to see Green Day for so long. I heard that one of the band members got sick just a few days ago and they had to cancel a show, but they will still be here tomorrow, rocking hard. For those of you who will be enjoying the hard rocking sounds of Green Day tomorrow, please show up early. I want to get in there and hear Jimmy Eat World as well. Sean and I know what it's like to miss a little bit of the show, it's not fun. I want to try to leave at 5. For everyone else, have a good night and rock out to a Green Day song of your choice because it's Green Day Eve, Baby! And Green Day isn't only for kids, it's for Alex too!

School is a bitch

I want to go to school, I need to bow out. That little diddy is playing in my mind like nothing else. I want to go to school, but I don't have the money for it. It doesn't look like they're in the spirit of promoting me anytime soon, so I don't have enough money on my persons to pay for: school, mattress, transmission, and other various car ailments. At least one of those needs to be thrown out the window. I already have the transmission and the car problems, can't take those back, wish I could. The mattress has a power over me that says it will last my lifetime and is a good investment. School says pretty much the same thing, but it's not giving me a good nights rest every day. My parents are going to help me out some, but I have about a $1000 worth of stuff needed for school, and I doubt they'll be able to help out that much. I could possibly put most of it on my credit card, but now the university does not accept Visa. That fucking sucks! Anyway, I need to make a decision quick, because the bill is due the 19th of this month. I want to go to school, I need to bow out....

Tuesday, Communications, and Deep Space

I know everyone is just dying to hear the rest of my story, but I've got some other stuff to talk about now. I'm sure Sheena's blog will be adequate to handle all of our trip mayhem, so I will resume business as usual.

On Saturday, at work, I went through all of my backstock games. I decided if they were likely canidates for being sold and then if they were not, I moved them to defective. Not only did this give us more room in the back, it was a guarantee that customers would only buy top quality games. Well, apparently this upset my store managaer, Jeremy. (By the way, that's suppossed to be my Pirate name above this, but I don't know why it's not working, I'm Dread Pirate Vane!) So, Jeremy tells me this and shows his dissappointment with me by hardly speaking to me, which you all know kills me. I just like to talk. I don't understand him sometimes, but what can I do? I'm not the store manager or anything. Well, enough about work.

Before I went to sleep last night, I had a mild headache on the right side of my head, it wasn't too bad, so I didn't take anything for it, but now I wish I had. I knew those damn Aliens would be back to talk. This time they actually spoke to me in dreams! For some reason, Sean, Sheena and I were on a space ship. We were flying around the solar system and then we were ready to go home. We headed home and got stuck on some huge man made satallite orbitting Saturn. Don't ask me why, but there were rats there. We got off the ship, without spacesuits I might add, and then had a look around. We found a guy named Stacey and he told us about the threat that the rats brought. I think we killed them, but I'm not for sure. Maybe the Aliens are telling me that there are rats in there galaxy and that they will be overran by them if I don't do something. Yeah, maybe my PawPaw saved them back in the day and it's now my responsibility to be the next hero in the William's line. Fine, I surrender, I'll save there galaxy, just stop giving me fucking communications with headaches! That's all I ask.