Working Hard And Not Working

It's summer time! I hope everyone is enjoying their breezy shorts, the local urine filled pools and monstrous heat blasts that pour out when you open your car doors. As for me, it's summer school. Now before you jump to conclusions, I went because I chose to, not because I had to. I actually did very well this past semester, but one of my degree requirements is a foreign language, which in my case is French. I'm not terribly good at foreign languages, so I figured it was best to take it by itself. Upsides: I can focus solely on French, and it's only a six week class. Downsides: It's four days a week for 2 and a half hours a class at 10:30.

Je n'aime pas.

Behold my prowess! Je suis increable!

As I was saying, I'm doing well in college. Unlike high school, I'm enjoying myself and taking it seriously. My most recent semester I managed to pull in a 3.7 GPA, so you know... Yay me. I busted my exceptional rear to get that grade! I have been quite the busy B.

See what I did there?

Vomit-inducing pun: Check.

Happy though I may be, I'm admittedly broke. I haven't worked since I stopped fixing guitars, so I've long since depleted my funds. I don't need much, but something would be just lovely. Now, I'm sure many of you are wondering why I don't just get some menial job to hold me over. Well there are a few reasons! List time!

1) Because of a variety of reasons I'd rather not get into, my homework, papers and such take me roughly three times longer to do than the average person. I had 5 classes (12 credits) last semester, each with projects and papers varying from 3 to ten pages. For one 4 page paper, I will have to put in around eight hours of work before revisions. The average paper was around 6 pages long, and I had between 2 and 4 papers at a time. I was pressed for time almost every day. Next semester I'm taking 15 credits. You do the math.

2) I'm not very good at tolerating things I don't like. That sounds pretty "duh", but think about the things you tolerate for money's sake. Yep. It's a lot, I bet. I am void of that skill. I've had those kinds of jobs and I get... Well frankly, I get extremely irritable, quite often at times that I shouldn't. It really comes down to my inability to suffer fools. Want an example? When I was fixing guitars, I came in one day to find that my tools had been used, left out, one was broken and my office was a mess. I went up to the store manager and told him what happened and was met with a professional "What do you want me to do about it?" I will leave out the explicits, but I spent fifteen minutes yelling at my 50 year old boss, telling him why it was his responsibility to keep things in order. Did I dominate the argument? Hell yeah. Is it smart to yell at your boss when he already doesn't like you? No, not really. The point is that I need to be in charge of myself to do well and be efficient.

Done bitching?

Good.

I'm said all that to say this: I'm going to sell stories. Curious? I'll explain. I enjoy writing, so I have a little collection of stories which I would very much like to share with people. I recently found out that people can sell writings via Amazon.com for download on e-readers or online. Cool, right? I'll be doing that to help support myself and take care of some college payments. If you'd like to read some of my work, help me get known, or just help me take some of the weight off my parents, feel free to download! I'm going to sell them for 99 cents per collection and will let you know here and through my twitter when I put them up. I would love to hear from anyone who reads my stories! I'm open to all suggestions, critiques, requests, comments, hate mail, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Harpo, Goucho, Greg, Peter, Bobby...

Ah. Ah hah.

I hate your references.