Man Night

It's 7:55 on a Sunday night. Dan, Nathan, and I are all waiting eagerly for the last member of our abode to trickle in before the clock hits 8 o'clock. Shane walks in just in time for the epic theme of the best show on television to begin. Bum! bum! buduh bum bum, buduh bum! Its Game of Thrones night baby!

It is times like this that I will miss college. Not often do you get the opportunity to have solid bro time over a TV show and drink some cocktails after a long day of work and school.

I finally have savored the moments when we are just relaxing and kicking it. I see all these freshmen walking around talking about dumb little things and become nostalgic. I am finally that guy talking to young kids about enjoying the moment.

I enjoyed my moments at BU, it's been sweet, for certain.

My dream job-- Disney

You know when you have the perfect moment of enlightenment? Where you find the place that fits your personality and you begin to desire working there. You may acknowledge that it won't be your first job, or your second, or maybe even your third, but you know you'll get there eventually.

My dream job is Disney. Preferably in some sort of social media/publicist/PR fashion in which I can spread my happiness and joy for life to as many people as possible.

Ever since I learned to speak I liked to talk to people, especially when I wasn't allowed- class, detention, nap time in kindergarten. I've always loved to make people smile or laugh. Not just at me but about anything in particular.

I believe I can be creative and fun and still do a job with passion. When I was in 8th grade at St. Thomas School my teacher challenged us to make a product that encapsulated our individual personalities. We were given a week to complete the product and in Thomas-like fashion I woke up on the morning it was due and began my assignment. With about 30 minutes until the arrival of the bus to school I grabbed an Axe spray can (those were really cool then (2006)). I painted the entire thing with white out, it was the only available "paint". When the can was completely dry, I took a blue marker and wrote "ThomaKraft Happy Spray". Needless to say, the teacher was incredibly impressed and gave me full credit- spoiling me forever to believe that procrastination is good.

Ever since that day my mom has called me "Mr. Happy" for all my crazy antics. I hope one day that I'll be able to put that happiness to test at "The Happiest Place On Earth".

Why is Spotify so cool!?

This is not what I usually do. My blog is not about reviewing products or services. But Spotify Premium is ENCHANTING. They have amazing amounts of music and you can listen to whatever you like, when you want! I've downloaded about 200 songs in a little less than a month and only pay $10 a month. People spend that much on Starbucks- in ONE day. AND you can't keep Starbucks forever, only for like 15 minutes and its either cold and terrible or swarming the small intestine.

I have no idea why I spent all that time and money on iTunes. Maybe its because Apple is enchanting to my lifestyle. Well as Music goes, Apple needs to get it together. They are losing core customers.

I just realized this sounds like one of those spam emails that are overly excited about a particular company. Believe me, though, this is for real. Promise.

Cheers to you, Spotify. You had me at hello.


P.S.

Sorry that I didn't write about college, or my house, or my sickness, or my life really. I had to evangelize for them. They deserved it :)

That point in the semester..

You know that one week when everything seems to fall apart in the semester? For the last two years I've gone through the first 3 months of the semester feeling like everything is okay, and then one week everything seems to just crumble and I start scrounging for time to study and time to sleep.

This phenomenon has not just affected my sleep/study ratio but its now starting to affect my cleanliness. I have piles of folded laundry that are clean just sitting in random places in my room. I guess when I look at the piles I just think, "Well not going to waste time on that!" I have neglected some of the dishes for a couple days and its probably annoying my roommates, although I have the feeling that the same sort of feeling is upon them as well.

Hopefully, this is just a passing phase after 10 days of being ill, and that after this weekend my room and life will be back in order. For now, I'll live with my computer sitting on a notebook and two textbooks, on top of old receipts and stray papers.

Here's to leaving the house before seven with no nap in sight!

(Because really, who doesn't want a nap?!?!)

My struggle continues...

Someone must be playing some strange, detestable game on me. As soon as I get back to Peoria after my adventures in Mexico, I get a cold. Now, I can live with a cold. Even a little cold that lasts a week can be easily conquered. This has turned into a Herculean-sized challenge to overcome.

My constant battle since Saturday has been (without going into too much detail): Wake up to a unstoppable cough with a throbbing sore throat and a severe case of the chills. Often, I've awoken in a cold sweat from the sleepless night's struggle. It doesn't appear to end. I actually can't remember what it feels like to be healthy.

Its funny because all I want is what I was trying to escape from by going far away for Spring Break: Routine. It is a safety net as well as a dampener of the spirit. We want both comfort and excitement. This illness has separated me completely from the comfort of waking up and knowing exactly what I need to do for the day. On the other side, it hasn't given me any of the rejuvenation that the lack of routine can so easily inspire.

In my desperation to reel myself away from the depressant that has been this flu/cold/miserableness, I wish I could wake up tomorrow with a clear path for what needs to be done. Sadly, I think I'll be on the couch with the tissues and pajamas.