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I saw Identity with Christy, Caleb, and Denise after The Highway. Not since Boston have I paid more than $7 to see a movie. The movie’s suspenceful plot was worth every dollar. The stale popcorn was not.
My perception of work previously was a way to step $64 closer to college everyday. But something about the Patels’ takeover has made the job less mundane. Hemanshu’s upbeat attitude and unique perspective elicits something in me that I cannot explain. I don’t mind the 1.4 mile walk to work because when I arrive, the day will be more than a way to pay for college. Is there greater meaning or purpose to the same job that I have had since January? No, but I feel different now.
Jim officially joined R.B.C.P.C. this week and I could see his overwhelmed, yet “I can’t wait to get started” feeling on his face. Good times.
The question of being or not being a good stuart of the money God has given me by using all of my financial resources to attend Emerson College for one year without securing financial aid for the following years died today. Pending a fax or two, I will have $20,797 in total financial aid for my freshman year. The remaining estimated expenses should be covered by Meme and Papa.
Now, how do I spend the money that I will not be using for Emerson College in the fall? An Apple PowerBook and Emerson’s Castlewell program during my sophomore year top the list.
Nothing like a naked Asian man.
Richard
I feel special. I was Sarah’s backup date *twice* in one weekend. Maybe only once. I was supposed to be Sarah’s date to the R.B.C.P.C. production of “In The Beginning… The Greatest Story Never Told,” but Sarah overslept and could not find her car keys before the end of the musical. I sat with the San Diego Vinoskeys too overdressed to be dateless. Ouch. A game of Trivial Pursuit at Sarah’s house brought hilarity and victory to my team (Richard, Sarah, and me) afterwards.
After Sarah’s friend abandoned her Sunday night, she asked me to a concert at the Mira Mesa EpiCenter. Her good guy friend, Vito, played in one of the grunge bands (Murder My Love) that performed. The music was not our thing and the night would have been rather not exciting had we not ventured into a most randomly placed Chinese restuarant for dinner beforehand. The waiter that served us would put down each item with fanfair, wait for us to have a bite and approve before departing. Sarah found an insect in her soup and gained us a free upgrade to “Sizzling Rice Soup” to make the night even more random. The drive home blasting Cristina Aguilera in Sarah’s BMW convertable under a canopy of stars and perfect crescent moon ended the night perfectly.
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