How much for that van down by the river?

Okay, uh-huh, I hear you, yup, you're right. I shouldn't have failed the chemistry test. I really should have passed it, graduated, and been done. But no. I had to go and fuck it right up. Oh well, it's done.

The job interview went damn well, and it appears that my educational snafu won't fuck me over that badly. Also, on the very positive tip (tip? did i just say tip?), my wife Karen passed her last exam and is a proud UNC graduate. She rocks, I'm so damn proud. If I can just catch up to her we'll be in great shape.

We move into the new apartment in Red Bank on the 18th. As excited as I am, the deposit and first month's rent is putting a little strain on the ol' checkin' account. It's nothing we can't survive. I shouldn't complain.

Coming back from lunch today, Meg (mothra-in-law)(i shouldn't say that, she's wonderful), remarked about the US turning into a third world country. Quite interesting to ponder. I felt it was more of a polarized republic with the earmarks of both first and third world society. With the throngs of uneducated masses making it into the country every year, how can we expect our system to support the new burden? It simply can't. Which is why I have no faith in the social security system. Actually, I have faith that I'll be screwed out of every dollar I'm forced to contribute to "my" social security account. Bullshit.
This entry has been really up and down, ne pas?

I think eskimos are smug.

I should be studying for the chemistry test. Seven days. No, 6 days, 17 hours, 29 minutes. A giant red countdown clock would probaby help me stay focused and/or give me a bad stomach.

So we applied for the apartment in Red Bank. Very nice place, and only a half mile walk to the heart of Broad St, which, if you know Red Bank, is a damn good location. I might feel very poor there in comparison to the locals, but Karen and I will catch up. Now we need some real jobs so we can furnish the damn place.

With the big test looming just a week away, I've found numerous fun things to do other than study. I posted a handful of photos to Deviant Art and the response has been quite positive so far. One person requested one of my shots to be used on the cover of his online magazine. I'm excited. I wouldn't say that I'm 'stoked' though, because I don't use words like 'stoked' to describe anything other than fires that have been recently 'stoked'.

The photography could definitely work its way into a part time business that replaces the part time job. Weddings in New Jersey are a god awful expensive to-do, and photographers seem to be fetching 4-5k. Fucking nuts. Why not offer more selection, great service, and a good product for 2-3k and undercut the hell out of the competition? Wait, would that be Wal-Mart style? I'll have to run that by my moral sensor.

Even more fun is the documentary proposed by Kevin, my brother-in-law. Very interesting idea, it's starting to ferment in my head and come together. Yet another benefit to being married.