A Peter North money shot for a case of PBR. Come on man, I'm desperate!

Minions-

So it's 2:34 am as I write this. Tonight was our final night of dumb Outback classroom training, and thank god for that. I was just about ready to spoon my eyes out and make a casserole from their jelly if I had to sit through more of the same tedious, repetitive bullshit any longer. However, I passed, I'm employed, etc, so all is good. What isn't good is how much of a horrible procrastinator I am. I have yet to really even start on my non-fiction manuscript, although I feel like it's one of those that I will be able to shit out a half decent manuscript pretty quickly. I'm actually writing about a highly exaggerated version of the first time I ever bartended. This was also the first wedding I ever attended, so it was pretty entertaining. I think it could make for a good "being out of your element" story. So tomorrow, I am spending most of the day doing that, and then hopefully getting ridiculous later.

It seems that the more I am forced to write creatively, the less I turn my attention to some of my creative projects that I feel have much more potential than the assignments that I'm forced to write. However, I do feel like maybe these little throw away projects are a good way to exonerate some of the crap that I have built up inside me. Sure, it might seem silly to some to put less effort into the work that is actually getting graded, but I feel as if grades matter so little in the field that I'm planning on entering in. I mean, I used to be really gung-ho about going into journalism, but as of now, I just don't have any sort of interest in it. It's just not fun for me. Being forced to do anything will never be fun for me. I feel like I'm a little too independent for that.

It's kinda sad that I can see myself as the complete cliche of an artist in a few years. All of a sudden it feels like I would enjoy spending my evenings bartending, while spending my days working on more creative projects, whether it be writing, or music. Maybe it's the fact that I just hate to be such a slave to convention, and that is all journalistic writing is. That's why I like to keep this blog pretty variable and avoid sticking to just one subject. I mean, we all know my one true love is transvestites, but how uninteresting would a blog about my exploits with transvestites be? The answer? More interesting than you could handle.

So currently, here's some shit that I'm liking a lot, just so I don't sound so completely miserable (when in reality, I'm actually pretty happy most of the time now).

Black and Tans
And no, I don't actually mean the kind that Yuengling bottles (although those are very good too). I mean the homemade black and tan. My personal favorite combo? I do Harp Lager on the bottom half of the mug, and then slowly pour Guinness Extra Stout over the back of a spoon. Shit is absolutely delicious. I feel like Hagrid when I drink them.

Yuengling
Speaking of beer, I forgot how absolutely extraordinary Yuengling was. For the same price as Budweiser, and Miller Lite, and all of that stuff, Yuengling is the best beer for it's price range. Great drinkability, and awesome taste. Plus, it has the unique beer appeal as well (although as it becomes more popular, it's slowly becoming less unique, duh). Probably tied for my favorite beer with Pabst Blue Ribbon.

Hamburger Helper
Yeah, I fell into the total college kid trap. But I can't lie, Hamburger Helper rules a lot. The lasagna one is great because it ends up being like three meals for me. Hate on it.

Working cell phones
Mine doesn't. Stupid fucking battery. Blegh. Once it does again though, I will be very happy!

Anyway, I'm going to call it a day on writing. I need to shower. And still need a haircut. Soon!

-Joe