Friday, June 6, 2008

After What Seems Like an Unusually Long Week, Happy Friday Folks

Finally, Friday has come.  That's pretty much all I can say as we head into the weekend.  It's been a long, cold, rainy week here in Oregon, and I'm finally ready for the warmer days to start coming my way.  

So I've got a lot on my mind today, and hopefully will be able to stay focused enough to get all of it posted today.  If not, maybe tomorrow or the next.  You see, it's a rare occasion that I have multiple post ideas in one day, so I've got to post them while they're still fresh in my mind.  That is what you people are earnestly waiting for, I know, so that is what I must aim to do.

Have I ever said that if there was ever sides to pick on 'The Hills', I know which side I would be on.  And that's whatever side Audrina Partridge was on.

So on Wednesday of this week, I attended a family friend's graduation.  I learned a few things while taking the whole thing in.  First, I learned that if you're going to have a graduation outside in Oregon, you had better have everyone sitting under some kind of covering.  Luckily, it didn't rain at all, but there were still lots of nervous people sitting around.  

I also learned (and may have already known this) that being around so many different groups of families in such close quarters can be a very harrowing experience for one's nose.  Yes, the public, generally speaking, is very smelly.  Lucky for me, the thing was outside, or it probably would have been a lot worse.

And finally, I learned that I have become a cynic.  Well at least a partial cynic.  As all the teachers and students were up there, giving their "way to go!" and "we're ready for the next step" and "grab this world by the horns" speeches, I kept wanting to yell to all the students, "It's nothing like what they're telling you!  That's guy is a jerk--don't believe him!"  But I somehow held myself back.  But the truth is that probably more than half of those kids, with all the hopes and dreams they have now, will reach the age of 26 and find themselves jobless, poor, living at home, and writing in their own blog day after day after da---oh whoops.  That's me.

I'm only kidding.  But you get the point.  Or I got the point.  Or something like that.