July 9, 2004
It's coming kids...
May 14, 2004
Sweet, almost 5 months between posts. I have a Xanga account now for whatever reason, so that is a touch more updated. I'm hoping to put up some pictures and stuff here shortly. We'll see, things are going to start getting stupid crazy here pretty soon, with all the teaching I'm doing this summer. Does anyone even come to this page anymore? Who knows. If you do, e-mail and let me know.
Good news for those who don't know: I'm most definitely returning to ISU in August. Financial aid actually came through for me for a change so I will certainly be able to afford to attend without holding down a full-time job at the same time, which would be killer. So I can concentrate on studies for a year and have a degree this time next year. Thank God. 1015 N. 6 1/2 St. for anyone curious to know the address before we move in. "10:15 at 1015" for anyone curious to know when and where "the party at" this coming year, at least for those of you who still remember what a Blessing party feels like. I'm hoping I remember how to throw a Blessing party...hopefully the legend hasn't outgrown the reality. Well I need to finish my lunch and get back to work kids. Take care...
December 17, 2003
Hey, only two months this time. Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Joyous Kwanzaa, and what have you. Here's a festive holiday message for all of you hard-working shoppers this season: When you spend your holiday dollars at Wal-Mart, Sam's Club, or any other subsidiary of the Wal-Mart Corp. across the world, you are funding, supporting, and condoning evil. Your monies will go to support plans that will open a Wal-Mart on every block and shut down every small local retailer from Seattle to South Dade. I work there, and I don't even shop there. Discounts be damned.
Here's a neat picture of me at one of my other jobs. One that I enjoy.
October 6, 2003
Ummm, it's been a really long time since I ventured down this stretch of the information superhighway. A really, really long time. Anybody miss me? Anyways...an awful lot has happened to the old Markus Jerome since my last writing in June. I haven't had a shred of time to work on this piece of crap page at all, so the "hyperfix" has just become a dream of irresponsible youth. A lot has happened, as I said before, and I hope to in the next few days get a lot of things chronicled, a lot of thoughts on paper and what not. It was kind of interesting to see that people have still been checking in to see if I've done anything, and for those of you that have been here, I apologize for my distinct lack of currentness. That may not be a word, but you know what I'm trying to say.
You may or may not be asking yourself what I'm doing with myself that I don't have time to update your favorite webpage. Well, I'll tell you. As you probably already knew, I'm working full-time at the local Empire of Evil, the new Super Wal-Mart in Frankfort. I work nights stocking the dairy dept., for little pay and less appreciation. It really does suck quite a bit, and is a nightly reminder that I don't want to be working class any longer than I have to be. Nothing wrong with the working class, mind you. There's a lot of good people in the working class and I even enjoy a few of them at work and elsewhere. It's just that doing the same thing night in night out, it's not for me. I don't feel like I'm progressing towards anything, like I'm getting anywhere. You finish stuff up one night, and then you come back in the next and you've got to do all the same stuff over again. It's a never-ending cycle, and I can't stand it. There's no opportunity for personal growth in it, really, unless you considering improving your milk-stocking time by thirty seconds and getting bitched at a little less by your dept. manager with whom you graduated from high school and who you are definitely smarter than to be personal growth. I hate going into work knowing that I don't give a damn if I accomplish anything or not. I hate the sight of the building; it puts me in an instant bad mood, whether I drove in in a good mood or not.
Wal-hole isn't the only thing I'm doing, of course. That's just the 10pm-7am gig. I'm also doing a lot of teaching with the marching bands at Frankfort HS and Clinton Prairie HS, which are two very different worlds only seperated by 15 minutes. "The Pride of Prairie" was the victim of the combination of a weaker performance and overly-tough judging last weekend at Lewis Cass; Frankfort is going to Festival Class Auditions this weekend in Cloverdale to pick up their "Hey you showed up" Division I. Since I'm doing something marching band-related at least 5 days a week, plus working 40 hours a week, that doesn't leave a good deal of time for things like sleep and relaxation (though if you're on IM you'll note that I do tend to sit here and space out for long unproductive periods of time). That said, I have spent a considerable amount of time improving my skills at the piano. I can actually some recognizable material with both hands doing different things at the same time. Look out. You'd think I was in college studying music. What I haven't done is practice oboe at all in about five months. Mainly because I don't have one. And to be honest...I really miss it. It took me ten years to get to a point where i enjoyed playing the damn thing and now I don't get to. It's sad because I'm sure I've lost a lot of what I had going for me.
Okay I'm just rambling a lot now. I'm going to go get some sleep. I do plan to write more in the coming week, and I hope to get some current pictures up and what not. Miss you guys...more than you know. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHI MU ALPHA SINFONIA. You are a damn fine fraternity, the best in all the land.
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