There was a moment last night, when she was sandwiched between the two Finnish dwarves and the Maori tribesmen, where I thought, "Wow, I could really spend the rest of my life with this woman".

- Derek Zoolander

It's been a long two weeks. I haven't had a day off from work since June 10th, so I'm really cherishing this week ahead of me. See, my sole responsibility is to make sure the Mahoning Valley Scrappers stop their bitching and become a well-fed, well-oiled, Single-A Baseball killing machine. This week, the Scrappers begin a week-long road trip, so I'm free from the shackles of my horrible job. You know, before this week, I didn't know that there even WAS a 5:30 am...

At last count, I have roughly 71 more days in Youngstown before Kent State begins it's Fall Semester. I can't wait. They say that you never realize how much you miss something untill it's not there every day, and that couldn't be any more true in this case. I miss my classes, I miss my friends I made at Kent, I miss my life at Kent, I miss it all. I especially miss not having a job...Cutting yourself while slicing tomatoes sucks. Hard. I hope those damn Cafaro's like their turkey wraps, because I think I lost the use of my left Index Finger while trying to make them.

The only other thing I have to mention is my un-dying love for the show, Scrubs. My buddy, Mikey V. got me into watching it last year at Kent, and I'm so hopelessly addicted to it. It's, without a doubt in my mind, the best show on TV. The only thing better than the writing on this show is the taste in music the producers of this show seem to have. Every episode, there seems to be 2 or 3 songs they play in the background that I've never heard before. Scrubs has turned me onto singers like Shawn Mullins, Jeremy Kay, The Buzzcocks, Colin Hay, Lazlo Bane, Guided by Voices, Nil Lara, and John Cale. Check out Scrubs on Tuesdays at 9:30. You'll love it just as much as I do if you give it a shot, no doubt.

Oh, and before I run, I have one more thing to mention...Jillie, sorry about prank calling you around 6 times Wednesday morning. I had my phone in my pocket and I forgot to turn the Keylock on. So, just to re-affirm what I'm saying...No, I didn't INTEND on calling you to find out your oppinion on French Toast. That question was directed to someone else. My bad.

Kahur kosh,
Colin

God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people's minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen.

- Dewey Finn (School of Rock)

Hey, sorry for the long period between posts. I really have to be honest...I don't have alot to talk about here, I'm kind of running on empty. The only thing that has happened to me between May 17th and June 4th is that I got a terrible, terrible job. A job where uncomfortable shoes and bow-ties reign supreme.

Yes, you are now reading the incoherant ramblings of the newest caterer for Jeff Chrystal's Catering company. If you look hard enough, I'm sure you'll me driving a very ugly-looking white van with "Chrystal's Catering" smacked on the side of it all over the Mahoning Valley. Just, do me a favor, if you DO see me...Don't make fun of my bow-Tie and ruffly shirt. I am very sensitive about my bow-Tie and ruffly shirt.

How about this, though. I've been working three weeks, and I've already recieved a promotion. I don't know if that's a GOOD or a BAD thing. I mean, I guess I like that they have faith in me, but it also means that I can't leave the job now because they're putting alot of responsibility on me. This means I have to put my life's dream of working at Toys R Us on hold for another few months...Grrrr...

Basically, what they want me to do is be the guy who handles alot of the catering duties for the Mahoning Valley Scrappers baseball team (Single A affiliate for the Cleveland Indians.) Chrystal's caters for all the louges and also they cater for the team themselves during their clubhouse meals. They like to have one person consistantly handle the duties for the sake of familiarity, I suppose. So, I guess it means that I could get the chance to meet some future Major Leaguers (Victor Martinez and C.C. Sabathia are both former Scrappers), but it also means I probably have to see some things in a Clubhouse that no man is supposed to see...Which is bad. I'd imagine alot of towel whipping goes on in a Minor Leauge clubhouse.

Te veo más tarde,
Colin

Just cause it's your dream doesn't make it right or noble or whatever! Charles Mason was following his dream! Joseph Stalin, Michael Bolton, you get the picture!

- Mr. Boggs (Ready to Rumble)

Sorry for not updating very much recently. I've finally started to pull myself out of the crappy mood Finaly Week put me in. Yeesh...That was really looking rough for awhile there. I got that feeling of being sodomized by my professor after three of my tests. I guess I shouldn't complain much, though, I mean I ended up with a 3.25 GPA for the Semester, so I guess that's fairly good. I think that's a "B" average? I'm not sure, to be honest. I'm so used to seeing a nice "2.0" on my GPA from my High School days, that I'll take anything I can get.

Today was a good day for Yours Truely. I FINALLY got back out on the Links for the first time in about 11 months. You know, Golf is an odd sport. It's like...As bad as you are at it, the more fun you have. And, oh man...I had alot of fun. I was competing with my Father in a group tournament, and as a team, I knocked us out of contention for any prizes after about the 3rd Hole. In Golf, there is "Bad", "REALLY Bad", and "Colin Harris". At least I got a tan out of the deal...Actually, it's not really a "Tan". It's more like my skin turned pink and started to itch really bad. You know, now that I think about it, I'm fairly sure I burned myself pretty badly. I need to start using Sun Tan lotion.

You'll have to forgive me, but I'm kind of running low on things to talk about because there really isn't much going on with my life recently. I start work in a few days, and I'm going to visit some of my friends, so I guess I can maybe blad on about that. I think I'll save those for another day, however. I need to stretch my few ideas out over the next few months before school starts back up.

Kwaheri,
Colin

Hello, hello,
Won't you come right in?
I'd give anything just to see you again.
Hello, hello
Won't you come right in,
Step into my world
where you know you're everything
Everything I need...

- "Hello" (Sugarbomb)

Finals Week is upon us. This is the week that seperates the mice from the...People that are not of the mice-family. Now, I've been able to figure out a schedule for the rest of the week that I plan on using as a general outline of how to carry myself this coming week:

Wake Up - 8:00 AM
Shower - 8:15 AM
Get Dressed - 8:30 AM
Eat - 8:40 AM
Finals - From 10:00-3:00 PM (Depending on day)
Study - 3:30-5:00 PM
Eat - 5:00-6:00 PM
Stare at wall - 6:10-11:00 PM
Cry myself to sleep - 11:30-Whenever it is I pass out...If I pass out.

I'm going to need some help this week, I really am. If this week is anything like last time, my brain stops recording anything at around 1:34 AM Monday morning and doesn't turn back on untill shortly after 3:41 PM on Friday afternoon. Yes...Those times are exact. My brain is an odd animal...I stopped questioning it a few years back.

Back to point, however, I'm going to need some help this coming week. So, if you could be so kind, if you see a kid wearing a Japanese symbol Kent State hat staggering around the student center, looking like he just got hit by a fast-moving Geo Metro (and hey, those suckers can go. I've got much love for the Geo Metro)...Point that kid in the direction of Bowman, because chances are he has a Final to take in the building...I'd really appreciate it.

Hwyl fawr,
Colin

(P.S. If you'll look below this line, you'll see that I have installed a "Talkback" feature to my Blog. If you have something to comment on about what I've written, feel free to click the link and speak your mind. Power to the people.)