Friday, August 19, 2005

Rodney and I

School starts in less than a month. What have I done with my summer? Drank a lot of whiskey, smoked a lot of cigs, watched VH1 and subsequently felt the shame one usually feels after watching porno, ate at an inordinate amount of bar-b-ques, made many half starts at my half-assed fiction, read a few books but not nearly as many as I bought, and sweat like soda can on a picnic table.

All in all, not a terrible summer, despite being sick for a lot of it. I worked a lot but not the kind of work that is good for the soul. And I seem to worry about school so much it ruins my time outside of those halls.

I dropped out of DePaul because I hated it there. My professors made me sick and my classmates were pretentious clowns. I (eventually) got a job and then another and then another. Life could have stayed on that path; I could have been a lifelong office goon making a steady check and buying into the post-modern urban-condo dream. But no, I had to go and look for fulfillment. I had to go back to school and try and prove that I’m not a moron. I might have been far happier embracing that truth.

In about 2 1/2 weeks I will be a 34-year-old part time worker and a full time student. I look forward to my Rodney Dangerfield lifestyle.