dannydmc

I see to be updating my journal a lot more these days; it seems to have taken the place of my old fashioned paper one which I stopped keeping last year. I figure that I'll go back to it eventually; but for the time being, this is it and its not entirely a bad substitute. After all, I never had anyone commenting on my old one; and most likely wont until some historian tries to write a biography of me. I really do wonder what they will say.
Things have been going pretty well around here; I've been busy teaching and pulling my grad school application together. All I have left to do now is get my GRE scores sent in to the universities in question as well as copies of my transcripts, and the last of my letter of reconmendation. I really do want this taken care of and out of the way so I can focus my time and energy on classes; although something tells me that the worry over acceptence will start eating away at me sooner or later.
My roomate is moving out of the house and into a different one; he claims that its because of the lack of space in our house, and it is small(especially considering I'm not the cleanest man in the world), but I suspect the true cluprit is: Ozzy Osborne. We were watching a documentary on Rock when he had some disparaging comments about the Prince of Darkness. A week later I bought a new Black Sabbath anthology, completely unrelated, and a few days later he says he's moving. Connection? I think so.
I'm actually pretty excited; I haven't been able to live on my own for several years, and I've been missing it. I'm already planning to turn the second bedroom into a reading room, have bought several posters for decoration. Its going to be great! As my Dad said, "now if only you could get a girl to invite over for the night!"
In all honesty the only thing I'm worried about is that I have a tendency of isoalting myself if not carefuly, and up here it was be damn easy to do. I figure, though, since I already know about the habit I can combay it. Also, the previously mentioned "lack of girl to invite over" sucks horridly, but after last year I'm used to it. Even so, I really wish there were some eligable women in this village; I sometimes think that living here is God's way of saying I really was meant to be a celibate priest