El Presidente

So now that I've gone through my first full week of the new job I feel that I can judge it. Well, at least a little. That's alright, right?

I like it. It may be mostly data entry and organizing said data, but it satisfies my neurotic need to pay attention to every little detail about everything all the time. And I'm actually making a difference. I'm working on a report right now that the president will see. No not George Dubya, Wacky Warren. But still, that feels pretty cool. Maybe it's not, and I'm just feeling the aftershock of spending two years in a student worker job that had no meaning whatsoever.

So that's that.

My teacher/concentration coordinator is initiating the start of a Game Creator's club, and it's about the most fantastic idea ever. For me, and people in my major. We have four concentrations, that, after freshman year, won't see each other for three-ish years before coming together for the final production class. No good. This club will bring us all together, and we'll get to make games by making our own little teams and projects. I might end up being the president or vice president of this club (we'll see who I have to assassinate) which would be amazing. I'd be like...president of the nerds. I mean that only in the best way. And it is a great resume thing.

Aside from that, classes are classes. I'm making a pretty sweet board game in my turn-based games class that involves mining asteroids in SPAAAAAAACE. Hey now, don't give me guff, I didn't choose the subject of the board game, it was assigned to us. It is fun though. And crafty!

I feel like I hardly talk to anyone anymore. Even in my house. We are all over the place and we don't touch base all that often. I need to work on that.

That is all. Peace friends.