Got shafted out of tops this semester. They changed the requirements from below 48 hours=2.0 and above 48 hours=2.5 to 0-24 hours=2.0, 24-48=2.3, 48+=2.5. I had a 2.2 cumulative. And 45 hours completed. So I need to bust my ass again this coming semester to pull off a 2.5 cumulative. It's not like it'll be that hard though, I'd like to consider myself a miracle genius. But now I'll also have a job to contend with.
So yeah, things are going great with Janet. A few rocky bits over the past few weeks starting around finals because we were so stressed out, but it always finds a way to work out and we're that much more satisfied with each other afterward. We keep having the marriage and kids talk, which is nice because I like to hear her take on this relationship. And it doesn't weird me out at all, I guess because we've been together for almost a year and eight months, which is technically my longest relationship (unless you count all the on-off together that me and hunter did, which would total around 2 years combined [roughly], then it's my second-longest) but also because we're already halfway through college and going to graduate soon, so I guess it's germane to be making plans for a future if indeed we were serious about it.
Meanwhile, today is also my birthday. Finally I can tell people I'm 19 instead of 18, so I don't have to get made fun of for being so young (although technically I am young, but I've got that extra year on me so I've been around the block). Dad's birthday was yesterday; he would have been 48. I think I'm going to celebrate his birthday next year by doing something like driving down to his grave and dropping some flowers and a card or something. I don't quite know yet. CKY's guitarist Chad Ginsburg once went to GG Allin's grave and drank a whole bottle of Jim Beam (Allin's favorite alcohol) and then proceeded to piss on his grave and leave a signed copy of Infiltrate.Destroy.Rebuild at the tombstone. I don't think I'd do anything that extreme, but it sounds like fun anyways. Here's a fun picture for all my non-existent readers:
Enjoy, I know I did. Catch you next year.
