The Real World

So, this summer, as in summers past, I have a full-time job. However, I have come to the conclusion that not many people actually work. "Oh I've interrupted happy time...Now I know you'd just love to sit there and continue not being slim, but we have to work a little today okay." I mean take my job for instance. I am working for the U.S. government which means that I spend about half of my day checking email and reading things on the internet (like 90 percent of the people who work here too).
I've decided that only if you work a manual-labor type of job (grounds, anything in the service industry) you pretty much don't really "work." True, you make money for your time, but you don't really do anything. You feel obligated to show up because you get a paycheck every two weeks. There's nothing wrong with that though. "I'm a big fan of money. I like it, I use it, I have a little. I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator. I'd like to put more in that jar. That's where you come in."
So, in about four weeks I'll be headed back to Logan with my oh-so-hard-earned money (what's left of it after paying rent and tuition). I only have one more semester and then it's the "real world" for me. I just hope I find a job that is interesting.

Okay, now that I have a little more of an idea of what to do with this new blog thing, I think I will dive into the world of softball (movie quotes will be placed in randomly throughout the text, be ready!).
I have played organized softball since I was twelve (by organized I mean there was actually a coach and real equipment, including bases). I had only played with the neighborhood boys in the cul-de-sac with spray-painted bases before hitting the big time in junior high. After that, I was totally addicted to the game and I actually acquired some skills along the way. So, I played for six years in school, every summer in between, and umpired for Roy City Recreation (but that is a totally different blog by itself, maybe later).
I still play a little slow pitch and last night you would think I had never been on a field before! The first batter (whom I played with in school and umpired with) hits it right to me and where does it go? Right through my legs!! I was so upset. I thought I had skills! "You know, bow-hunting skills, nunchuck skills, computer hackingn skills." So anyway, as the game progressed, I did retrieve some of these alleged skills and actually got two people out. It was good times.
Hitting however, is a entirely different phenomenon with me. I can strike out anytime you want! "High fast balls, can't hit 'em, can't lay off 'em." Yeah, I suck at hitting. Even in slow pitch I never seem to actually get a good hit. It's normally that the defensive player made an error or maybe she just felt bad for me and let me get on base (like it matters, I am slow as tar! "Unhitch the plow!").
So anyway, I guess that I should get some practice in or just keep counting on the defensive players to let me on base. Whatever gets my batting average above .100!

So, this is my first posting. I'm not sure what to write about. Normally I need a topic or subject to spur something, or a movie quote is fine. About 80% of what comes out of my mouth is someone else's material. I guess I should get my own, but what's the fun in that? My favorite however, is when a movie quote will come to mind and I say it, and people look at me and just sit there (because they have no idea what I am talking about) or they join in immediately. It is good times. I have lived with roommates who either love it or hate it. So anyway, I guess that this will end my first posting.