6+23+2011=2040 - Hey! That's an even number.

Things don't usually work out for me. Granted, I like to embellish sometimes, but you can ask anyone. They'll reinforce my sentiment. I'm a pretty unlucky guy. If something can inexplicably go wrong to one person out of a large group, fate always picks me. It just does. It started getting out of hand the past few months, pushing me to a point of almost complete apathy.

Spring semester sucked. I knew it would be no fun, but it simply sucked the life out of me. I wouldn't say it was the most difficult semester I've ever had (Dr. Scales took care of that with Genetics Junior year), but it was definitely the most time consuming. Proof: I pulled an all-nighter for the first time working on school stuff. I like to sleep. (And more recently, I've enjoyed early bedtimes immensely. But I digress...)

In addition to an overwhelming majority of my time allocated to schoolwork(as it should be, it is a graduate program after all), I was constantly weighed down by the burden of trying to find a summer internship. Never one to make things easy for myself or just have things work out for me in general(reference the first paragraph), of course I was the last one of my 30-something classmates to lock down an internship. Getting told "no" a couple times starts to make you question yourself pretty heavily.

Nonetheless, I now have a good job, living in a city I have always envisioned myself living in. I live with my best friend who I'd always talked about living with but had never followed through until now. I don't drive a car without air conditioning anymore. (!!!) Things have been looking pretty good for me lately. I mean, I went to two days of a golf tournament and celebrated the first World Championship for the city of Dallas since 1999 in the heart of the city with thousands of my closest stranger friends-du-jour. That was pretty cool, I guess.

But I still find myself looking forward to August, to cramming every ounce of college experience into a four month span. Hell, I hadn't even truly experienced a college football season less than 12 months ago, and I'm already getting nostalgic about my next one. It seems that I romanticize nearly everything I've ever gone through, which causes two main problems. 1) I look back too much when I should be looking forward. 2) In my head, I make myself seem a lot cooler than I actually was. Even though I know this to be a complete fallacy, I somehow always envision myself a lot more athletic and more well-liked by my peers. When in truth, I'm just the awkward guy that likes to tell jokes under his breath and throw the ball up the line at first base on what should have been a routine groundout to third.

If you've made it this far, you're probably asking yourself what I'm talking about and how I intend to tie this all together. But, I'm lazy. I also don't really like to edit. I'm going to take a page out of Damon Lindelof's book and simply end a story however I want to, regardless of how open ended the ending is.

So there it is. I'm a terrible writer and should stick to pictures of my niece and nephew and links to videos on my blog.

Also, the Rangers had a two run lead going into the 9th tonight, and Neftali gave up 4 runs. So that sucks.