Man, I love-d college.

I hate moving. I wish I could snap my fingers and have a. everything moved out of my old house and then b. have everything placed nicely in my new house. I need to invent something that makes that possible. So I'm currently taking a break from all the heavy lifting I have been doing to relax on facebook. But I have made an official decision that I am going to try realy hard to write a new post every single day. This should be easy to do pretty soon when I move and will only have one friend in the state, which will be my roommate Sara. But I bet I will make tons of new friends. Oh for sure I will, like with all the fun activities my apartment complex says they have. What with the weekly volleyball games, and movie and popcorn nights and I'm pretty sure they even have a big Chinese checkers tournament that is pretty popular. I can totally see myself mingling with all of my fellow residents in no time...
On another note, I have to officially start my job here in about a week. Technically I have been "working" since July 1, but it was just all that training shit. The last week of August is when I actually start going into highschools to give presentations to juniors and seniors about coming to culinary school. Eeek. I can just imagine myself speaking to a bunch of asshole teenagers while Im dressed in a huge chef coat that says "culinary specialist" on the left side. And then I have to proceed to show of my "knife skills" that I should have by now after all the trainging I have been through. Last week I was all excited to show my parents what a good potatoe chopper I had become, but I was so anxious I grabbed the knife a little too quickly from my traveling knife kit and cut myself before I had even begun. I wish I was kidding. But my cut bled for about 30 minutes, I mean it was the size of a paper cut, but regardless it bled. Cant wait to do that in a classroom and have my blood spill out all over the jicama salsa I will be making for the day. At least salsa is red though right?
One last thing I want so say. When I was Shittsburgh I was passing the time away by flipping through my planner, something I used to do religiously back in the good ol' days of English classes, but anyway I flipped back to my schedule from the months of September and October 08. Big mistake. My schedule for this period of time was full of things such as "Keg race, social, husker game, formal, social, drink, drink more, drink even more, ext." I just don't think I realised how good I had it. Everytime I listen to Asher Roth or whatever his name is I get weirdly mad. I know it should make me happy to think back, but instead I get this weird jealous feeling. I kinda wish that college would just end completely for everyone, like it's just not an option anymore. I don't like the thought of new 18 year olds just starting out. It's just not right. This is all very ironic considering it's my job to get kids excited about college...