And it's official - I'm moving to New Hampshire. Raymond, New Hampshire. Nobody else lives there. It's the boonies. You know how lazy I am, so I'm copying my myspace profile into this post because, well, I don't feel like coming up with anything different regarding my feelings on the matter.

I'm throwing away my dreams and getting a job. My career begins with the esteemed title of "Highway Engineer" at Vanesse Hangen Brustlin in May. In addition, I will be moving to the boonies of New Hampshire. Once there, I will enjoy shooting wildlife from my back porch. I will live each day with the iminent possibility of contracting EEE from a fateful mosquito bite. I will grill meat every night, and drink beer from non-returnable cans. I will not pay income tax, sales tax, or property tax (renting). Baby, I will live free or die.

Oh I'm so excited. I'm moving out of the ghetto at the end of April and into my new place. Speaking of which, if you're uh, not busy the last weekend in April, I'm offering up beers and grilled meat for your help in moving my shit. :)

I'm assuming you've seen the party invitation for this Saturday night. Of course you're invited. Everybody is. We made it: A Dayton Street Story is going to be the craziest party of the year. You want to be here. Bring either a) your own beers or b) $5 for ours. You will be receiving gifts, as we wish to show our loyal party-goers how much we've appreciated the attendance over the past year. I promise, you will not be accosted outside of the house, because... well, no guarantees.

I went out tonight and bought work clothes, because I had a 30% off coupon for New York and Company. This is so weird... I got khaki pants, button up shirts, and a nice jacket (which will be going back because I've since decided that it's not worth what I paid for it). I'll be starting my job in almost exactly a month... I'm beginning to have the dilemma where I'm moving into a new part of my life that's totally new to me. I'll be on my own completely, totally un-reliant on anybody else for help or support (atleast in the monetary sense). Which is nice, but scary. I must admit. I'm eager to start out, but I'm afraid to leave this all behind since I've grown so accustomed to the daily grind of acedemia.

Also, never try to cancel your membership with Gold's, especially if you have a legitimate reason (such as moving 86 miles away). They're fucking douchebags, atleast at the Worcester location. I go there to battle my fat, not the dingbats behind the desk.

Matt made an interesting point today - It's going to take more documentation to cancel my gym membership than it does to get a driver's liscense. Hmmm. The ridiculous part about it is that I don't even want to cancel it. They're forcing me to. There's a Gold's gym about 5 minutes away from my office in Manchvegas...

But no, I have to cancel my membership in Worcester, by sending them a letter of cancellation and 2 proofs of residency in NH (86 miles away), accompanied by a $50 cancellation fee. Then, I need to resign and pay whatever enrollment fees are related to joining the new Gold's in Manchvegas. Fuck this, I'm buying a treadmill and some freeweights.