Some important things have happened since last time. First of all, I found out that my apartment in Huntington is ready for me to move into it. I could've been in Sunday, but I have no money. Hopefully I can get that taken care of soon, so's I can get into my place. I've even got leads on some jobs. Speedway's hiring, and I pretty much live there anyway. Also, Jess talked to some people at Bob Evans, and I will definately get a job there if I go. I'll be a busser, but I can think of much more unpleasant ways to get minimum wage than wiping dirty tables. I imagine my interview going something like:

Bob Evans Guy: "So what skils do you have that'll help you in this job?"

Me: "Well, by looking at a table, I can tell whether there's something on it or not, and over the years, I think I've mastered the basic wiping motion." (Here, I make a Ralph Machio-style, "wax on," arm movement.)

What does the apartment thing mean for you, my loyal readers? Well, once I go, I probably won't be near the internet for a while. Possibly up to two months. I might be able to hop on a library computer every now and then, but I doubt it'll be often. If you think you'll miss me, I remind you there's plenty of Greg over in the archives.

With all that out of the way, I can finally tell you, using this most modern of miracle technologies, about the greatest thing that ever happened to me. It happened last night at Short Stop. I stopped in and decided that I wanted some grape soda, and two of The Best Candy In The History of The Entire World: the Whatchamacallit. I took them up to the counter, and was greeted by an older lady. I gathered that she didn't work there, she was only helping the lady that did. As I was walking up, she was already talking, saying to the other lady, "I'll do it, just tell me how much this stuff is."

She looked at my items and said, "How much is this stuff?"

No answer.

"Hey," she called again, "How much is this, this Whatchamacallit?"

At that moment, I couldn't believe what I'd heard. After years and years of waiting for it to happen, someone had finally asked for a price check on a Whatchamacallit. Check that off of The Lifetime To-Do List.

I'd like to give a shout out to my little notebook for being my second brain, and making sure that I remember stuff as I get my Zizelda on.

Now that I mention it, I think I'm up for some random do-gooding and heroism.

But before I forget, congrats to all the people that graduated. I should warn you, though, that about a year from now, you'll have almost completely forgotten that high school even happened.

Oh, and Evan, if I'm reading you right, you're looking to click "Save Target As."

Later.