Well, There It Is.

If I had only seen this site before my senior prom, there would have been none of those awkward moments.

It seems I am not alone. I drive while drowsy. I do not get enough sleep. This article may explain a lot about how I feel all day.

I visited a potential place of dwelling tonight. I met my would-be roommate. They guy was pretty cool. The place wasn’t terrible. Either I would rent one room for $400/mo or two rooms for $650/mo. I might have gone ahead and rented just one room, but then I’d have to pay for storage somewhere, and we would have to find a third roommate. That would leave very little room in the apartment. To park my car in a garage (so I wouldn’t have to search up and down several blocks for a spot every night) would cost an additional $90/mo. There’s no washer or dryer, as well as no dishwasher. More and more, this place sounded more unappealing. Kristen came along, which is good, because I don’t like doing this sort of stuff by myself.

I think I’ll be able to find a nicer place for $650/mo somewhere else. Anyone got any leads for me yet?

Darren and I attempted finally to go see Traffic. Right as we stepped up to the window, after waiting on a long line, they flashed SOLD OUT on the screen. We proceed to go rent a movie to watch over at Stacey’s and Jen’s place. We decided on Almost Famous, which turned out to be a pretty good movie.

At the end of the night, right after taking the video back to the rental store, I realized I was missing my wallet. I called Jen to ask her if she could look at her apartment. She couldn’t find it. So Stacey, who was driving, took me back to her apartment to try to locate it. I called Darren to ask if maybe I left it in the van. No luck at either places. So I called the video store (where we just came from). They said that they just turned a wallet over to the police department, but couldn’t remember the name. I guess my name doesn’t really stick out in anyone’s mind.

Anyway, I called the police department, and they said a wallet was just turned into them, and that I should come to the station to pick it up. So Stacey and I go back on the road to conclude the adventure. I walked into the department, and the officer there handed it over to me. He didn’t even ask if it was mine. He didn’t ask for any alternate forms of identification. He didn’t mention that my license showing was expired. (Yes, my valid license was there too, but hidden.) Luckilly, none of my six dollars was stolen.

Somehow I seem to be able to come up with the strange run-ins with the police.

I’ve made some progress in the search for a new place to live. Rent.net found me someone who has an apartment and is looking for a roommate in Jersey City. I called up the guy and we set some time on Monday to meet so he can show me the place. The rent would be either $400/mo for one bedroom or $650/mo if I buy out the second of three bedrooms. I’d probably buy out the other bedroom — I think I can afford that. I’d still be paying a lot in tolls to and from work to live in Jersey City, but I’d be spending less money on gasoline.

It’s nice to come home to someone who pays attention to you and wants to pay attention to you. It’s nice to come home to someone who will sit in your lap and look up at you with cute eyes. I like coming home to someone who you can cuddle with and who wants you to scratch them behind their ears. It’s nice coming home to someone who licks your hand and nibbles on you lightly. It’s nice coming home to someone who will purr when you hold them. Yes, I’m really going to miss my roommate’s cat when I move out… I’d get my own if I thought I’d be home enough to take care of one.

Here’s a shot of me presenting a trophy to my alma mater, H—town High School, this past November. These drum major uniforms weren’t around while I went to school there.

My apartment lease runs out at the end of April, and I will be moving out. Is anyone out there looking for a roommate? I could use one. I could also use a new place to live, if you have one of those, too. Somewhere between Lawrenceville and Bergenfield would be best. Also, it would have to be something fairly inexpensive. I am not a fan of searching for apartments.

On a completely unrelated note, I’ve added a search box to my journal (over there on the right). It only works for entries since my last redesign. Also, stick your email address in the box above the search form to be added to my website update notification list. I don’t write to it often, but it’s something you do not want to miss out on.

Yesterday was the vernal equinox. How will you remember the first day of spring in the year 2001? Answer by adding a comment…

They say you should always know your audience. I realize that this website has an audience much larger than my small group of friends. I know that students I have taught or worked with in some form or another read this site. I know my co-workers visit once in a while. I know that some day, maybe a potential employer will decide to check my references and might find this website. For those reasons, I do not write about everything I think about. In fact, you could say that I almost censor myself very slightly. When people respond publicly to what I write, unfortunately sometimes they don’t realize they can easily make themselves look unintelligent, and bring me down in the process.

When I ran a dial-up bulletin board system in high school, it was similar. Everything everyone posted was a reflection on both their own person and myself. I did a pretty good job of maintaining the level of maturity — in fact the “regulars” liked my system since it was free of all the pettiness and immaturity of the other BBS’s around.

These days, there is even less of a separation between the “online” world and the “real” world. Web sites are more public than dial-up BBS’s. You don’t have to be “a member” to read the messages. We don’t use “handles;” for the most part everyone knows us by our real names. I like having fun, just I don’t want to deal with immature comments. It reflects poorly on everyone. Many readers won’t know what I’m talking about, since I have deleted the offending post and the associated comments. I could have just deleted the offending comments from the posts and pretend they were never there, but I really wanted to say this. Thanks for reading.

By the way, I saw the movie 15 Minutes earlier tonight with Becca. It was the first time I’d been to a movie theater in a long time. It had a lot to say about media, especially television. We all know the message already though.