Brian's World

Unfortunate

Today a trigger was executed setting forth a series of most unfortunate events. There is was no failsafe system designed and there is no way to abort the follow events. Please fasten your seat belts.

Yes, you shouldn’t understand that. No, it isn’t complete garbage.

I noticed one very wierd truth. Fun.. or opportunity.. yea, opportunity.. presents itself when I’m not around.

And for those of you who tried to read my resume and hire me 😀 you were brought to a tracking page for my laptop, no I do not work for UPS and I do not come in a box. The link is fixed, read it, send me mail, hire me!

I really don’t remember where this blog was going.

I leave for college August 22nd, the day the music dies.. I lied.. August 22 is the day St. Columba reported seeing the Loch Ness monster.

Time is running out, and I really don’t know how to spend it. You know those questions, if you had 1 month, day, or week to live, how would you spend it? My answer: I have no clue. That’s where it seems I’m at currently. I have slightly under 1 month until I go to college, how do I spend it.

Well, I know I have work for most of it. Work does make money, which is nice.. especially since my parents are being wierd about it. I have gotten bored of eating the same food 18 years in a row, so now I find other food to eat. They dislike the idea of me spending money. I’ve saved money for at least 16 years, it should be their problem what I choose to do with it. I know most of it is stolen away into a college account that no one can really use, but I didn’t want the money I earned over summers, birthdays, christmas, etc etc to be locked away to buy a Calc II text book… I know that’s what I was thinking at age 12.

In one great example I had a piggy bank, see previous post… but mom wants that money to go toward books.. now that money was suppose to go toward a model train set way back in 3rd grade.. look at the last page of the Sears catalogs..

Hu hum.. time for bed.. work for 8am tomorrow… starting the long boring continuos workday.. i’m excited..

not

Resume

Here is a link to my latest resume, with some minor changes, a cool footer, and other non imporant things. If you want to hire me, read it. I charge what you pay me. It’s just that simple.

I added AP scores..

AP Calc AB – 5!

AP Stat – 4

AP English – 3… i expected that..

Oh yea, the doc is in pdf format. If anyone wants an XPS format I can provide that as well, but I doubt anyone out there can read XPS but not PDF

Resume – PDF

Oink Oink

This morning I used a hack-saw to remove the snout portion of my piggy bank. It was made of plastic, something I had since I was a very young child. I opened not for the money but because it was something that I could not bring to or use in college while all inside a piggy form. It was a rather sad thing, not because I was breaking open a piggy bank, but because I was getting rid of the best memory I have of my grandparents; and even then it was a mediocre memory.

My grandparents lived in South Hadley, where they moved when my dad was a child. We visited them weekly to sit on the breezeway and just play around. I still remember trying to remove marbles that had been cemented into a clothes hanger post that my dad and aunt had put there or daring to venture into the workshop of 1000 clocks. (Grampa was a clock repair man somtimes i think maybe?)

Frequently they would give Kevin and I a dollar, or maybe just a quarter, whatever was lying around to put in our piggy banks which grew quite heavy. When I got thinking about it today that’s really the only thing I had in my possesion to remember them by. I was given no picture, those are all locked away with ann or my aunt, I was given no tokens or things from the house. All I have is a little thing that is used to keep flowers alive at the funeral, like a test tube with a rubber lid. Who would have known that would be the sole rememberance of my grandparents. I have two, both are in the tupperware drawer.

Yea, I wish I had better memories with them. Unfortunately my mothers dad died while she was still a child so I never met him. Her mom is alive and doing so-so down in NJ. Dad’s parents have both passed on now. I feel like visiting their gravestone sometime, but I don’t think I can return their lil flower water thing yet, I feel like I stole it from them. MMM.. I call them by their polish names (all i ever knew them as). “Babci” (pronounced Bap[b]-chee) Helen Michalski and “Dziadzio” (pronounced “Jad-jew”) Albert Michalski.

Yupp.. not sure what else to say here… Dziadzio was a lot like me, he was the only one in my family who could buy me a decent gift… motors, switches, batteries, lights, etc.

I wish I could shop.. sound wierd, but I’m fascinated..

and tired…

Goodnight world!