Ozzy Would Be Proud!

1 day and 21 hours without a cigarette, and while I may be bearing up well under the physical withdrawals, I do want to bite the heads off the featherless bipeds that scurry and chirp their inanities around me. It is good that I have weekend to ride out to remainder of my these withdrawals, as I have been somewhat lazy and surly at work these past couple days, though I hope not enough to have elicited any complaints from my esteemed customers. I'm sort of on probation, due to the volume of complaints people have made about me, and I need to either get it together (keeping my mouth shut) or move on. This gas station I work at has got to be among the most kiss-ass in the state of Oregon! Actually, I think I'm going to have my boss drop a day out of my schedule, because I think I need to take it easy for a while: what with the months of fighting with Tammy and the college administration, and then moving into the Oxford House, breaking up with Tammy, and now quitting smoking...

Besides, if all goes well, I will be back in college part-time this Summer, and if there are enough funds left, I may even go full-time in Fall. I have finally decided on a major: nuclear engineering! I haven't been this excited about an academic field since I first started college, when I was under the delusion that I would actually want to become a mathematician. Sure, I'm good at math, but I find it so boring in and of itself: I prefer working with things over concepts, anyway, as my career development test scores indicated. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I am going to have to enroll in Oregon State University in Corvalis at some point, since Portland State University doesn't have a nuclear reactor. No need to hurry, though, since I can catch up on my engineering requirements at Portland Community College, and maybe dual enroll for a little while, before I need to move down there. This will give me an opportunity to tie up some loose ends here and prepare myself financially and academically.