The 3 Weeks Rule and the Fate of a Jelly Spotter


June 3rd is a big day. It marks 3 weeks since I’ve made the big move up here. It’s also the day my roommate finally moves in. I’ll probably end up pulling one of these:

But in all seriousness, I have this theory called ‘the three weeks rule’. Pretty much, the end of the third week in a new situation defines how the rest of the time in that situation will be. I know some of you may think of this as silly, but it’s worked for me time and time again. So here we are at the end of the third week, and I can’t really say that much has changed. I’m still the same miserable mess I was when I moved here 3 weeks ago. This state still sucks, this community is still a ratchet wasteland, and work is still another mess entirely. I feel so cut off from everyone here, like I’m in an entirely different world. I want so desperately for things to change, but I feel like every time I find a sliver of hope, it slips away.

I find myself recently thinking about the past. Thinking about the people I want to be with. Thinking about where my future life is going. Everything seems so unclear now. And as I dive further into my past, I start realizing all the mistakes I’ve made. The things that I could have done differently. I guess my life hasn’t been spot on to what I wish it was. Do you ever just want to go back and change how you lived your life? I know I’m still young, and I have my whole life ahead of me; but how many mistakes can you make before you’re lost forever? How many wrong paths can you take before you lose your way back? How many people can you hurt and push away before you have no one left? I guess I’ve never admitted this to anyone before, but I don’t really like who I am. I have this idea in my head of who I want to be – or I guess, wish I could be. But I can’t just change things about myself that have been a part of me for as long as I can remember. Who was it that said the rabbit hole leads to Wonderland, because all I’ve found is an empty abyss. All decisions come with a price; and there will be a time when those ghosts will come back to haunt me. The question is, will I be able to face them? I guess if I really think about it, I don’t have a choice.

Tomorrow starts my post 3 week period. Here’s to hoping that my theory is wrong; because let’s be honest, life really isn’t what you make it. I hope my roommate doesn’t think I’m weird. I’ll have to put on a different facade tomorrow, and hope that he doesn’t find this blog, hah.



Yes, you’ve heard right…Netflix has officially removed Spongebob from their instant stream.


WORDS CANNOT BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW FURIOUS I AM RIGHT NOW! As a 22 year old male I have no shame in saying that I love Spongebob. In fact I watch Spongebob practically every single day on my Netflix account (I guess I should say “used to watch…”). It sort of acted like my getaway; a stress reliever when I was feeling down, and pretty much a remedy for anything imaginable. I consider Spongebob the most quotable show in history, since you can literally find a Spongebob quote that will fit any life situation – or at least I can. I even started a GroupMe with three of my friends, where all we do is talk in Spongebob quotes.

So maybe my obsession is rather concerning. But I DON’T CARE…that’s one addiction that I’ll probably never part ways with. So you can see why I’m furious that I can no longer watch Spongebob when I want on Netflix, like I have been doing for the past four years. Not to mention that this situation comes at the worst time since I’m all alone in CT, and all I do is watch Spongebob when I get home after work.

So here I am, sitting on my couch with a bowl of Mac ‘n Cheese when I pull up Netflix on my web browser and notice that Spongebob is no longer in my instant queue. I couldn’t believe it. So I did a little investigating (and by investigating I mean google search), and found out that today Netflix’s licenses with Nickelodeon, MTV, VH1, and BET expired; thus all the shows belonging to those networks can no longer be streamed online. Not that I particularly care for any of the other networks – because let’s be serious it’s been years since anything good came out of MTV; the last good thing to come from VH1 was probably Divas Live back in the 90’s; and BET is just…BET – but Nickelodeon is going to be a big hit. Not only because I love Spongebob, but also because Nickelodeon had most of its awesome 90’s TV shows available for streaming, like Rugrats, Angry Beavers, etc. It’s sad to see all of this go now.

I just don’t understand whose genius idea it was to let this happen! According to the LA Times, Netflix “has been moving away from broad, multi-year deals with networks and cable channels, in favor of more selective licensing arrangements to carry programs that will work best for its subscribers.” BULLSHIT. I don’t know how accurate the LA Times can be on this matter, but if what they’re claiming is true then what it sounds like is Netflix growing an ego too big for its own good. They are under the impression (as well as a few of my friends) that online streaming, like Netflix, will take over cable in the years to come; as can be seen from their release of the Netflix original series House of Cards. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t think it’s going to happen! Especially if Netflix keeps removing movies and TV shows from their instant stream. I’ve always been an instant stream and one DVD at a time customer, but I know that most of Netflix’s subscribers come from solely the instant stream; and if they keep cutting movies and TV shows like they have the past couple of months, they won’t be lasting much longer.

Four damn years it’s been since I first started my Netflix account; and you know what, it’s done me pretty good up until now – even after tripling their prices over the last four years. I think it’s about time I ended with them. Unfortunately I already told my roommate for the summer that I had a Netflix account that we could use since he didn’t want to get cable (despite my best efforts). So I guess I’ll have to continue paying these morons for the next three months. Come September they will be gone…unless of course they bring Spongebob back, then maybe I’ll reconsider.



Goofy Goobers, and Things of Such Nature


If you asked me how I felt about my internship a month ago, I would have given you the most exciting response you have ever seen. I’ve gotten an opportunity that many engineers in my field would KILL for! Okay, maybe I’m over exaggerating; but I sure am a lucky piece of shit to be here right now, and I know that. Yet, I can’t help but to feel miserable in this situation. Does that make selfish? I sure do feel selfish. For once in my life things were going well, and now I’m sitting here feeling like I should be regretting the decision to come here in the first place. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but Connecticut hasn’t been quite the experience that I was hoping for.

Graduation was really a big hit on me. Although I’ll be returning to Penn State in the Fall for graduate school, it just doesn’t seem like it’s going to be the same now that all of my friends will be gone. A lot of things happened during senior week – some that will always remain a mystery to this blog – that made me realize how much I’m going to miss the friends I came to know the past four years. I guess that made me somewhat emotional; and having to drive up to Connecticut and move myself into my new apartment hasn’t really helped with that.

The apartment I’m subletting for the summer isn’t really what I had expected it to be. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still nice; but it’s a bit smaller than I had anticipated. The building itself used to be some sort of old factory, with brick walls and exposed wooden ceilings. I’m completely serious when I tell you that my ceiling light in my living room is hanging from a joist that supports the floor above me. The leasing company offers free access to a pool with green water, and a gym that’s barely the size of my bedroom. One of bedrooms doesn’t have a light fixture, and when I asked about it I was told that it is not uncommon for apartment bedrooms not to have light fixtures. I practically laughed in her face when she said that. This apartment complex doesn’t have recycling options either, which to me is just sad.



There is absolutely nothing to do in this town. My friends tasked me with going out and finding things for them to do when they visit me at some point this summer. Unfortunately they are going to be rather disappointed. I live in a part that considers itself the “downtown” of the area, although it’s far from it. This “downtown” runs for only about a few blocks, and consists mostly of individually owned antique shops. There are a total of two bars in this area. I went to grab a drink by myself just to get a feel of the atmosphere here, and noticed that one of the bars closes at about 7 PM so that the owners and their friends can play pool uninterrupted. The second bar was more of a restaurant than a bar, and was filled with way too many 50+ year olds. Not that I have anything against the older population, but coming from a college town the past four years, this is a HUGE change for me. Instead of living next door to other people my age and in my situation, I live next to families. In fact, as I’m sitting here writing this post I can hear the children running back and in forth in the hallway just outside of my apartment door.

Work is just another world entirely. It certainly hasn’t lived up to what I thought it would be coming up here. I know it’s only been two weeks, but I just can’t stand the fact that all I do at work is stare at my computer screen! I undergo four hours of training classes every morning, take a lunch break, then sit there at my computer for four hours and do absolutely nothing. I thought this was supposed to be exciting…invigorating…innovative. God, I’ve never felt so useless in my entire life. At this point, I don’t care what they give me to do, just as long as I’m doing something besides sitting there. The worst part is that I can’t even browse certain sites at work because they block them; and I avoid bringing a book to read or other things to do for the fear of being unprofessional. I can’t say I get along with other interns at the moment. It seems all they want to do is talk about their research they did in college; which I could really care less about. I want to walk into a work environment where the men wear shirts and ties instead of jeans and tucked in polos, and the woman wear skirts and high heels…where we go to happy hour after work for a beer. I want to take international business trips, and feel like I’m a part of something. Maybe it’s just too early for me to tell, but perhaps I wasn’t meant for this profession? No turning back now though, considering I slaved the past four years to get through an intense engineering curriculum.

One of my friends said to me, “Your life is like normal people after college. All alone and blogging.” Is this really life? Everything just seems to be happening so fast. This isn’t the life I had anticipated after graduation. I’m just not happy here right now. Things are changing and I can’t control it. I don’t even know who I am anymore, what I’m supposed to be doing, what my future holds, and what I really want. I’m hoping things will change in the near future, but I guess only time will tell.

Well, that rant lasted longer than I originally wanted it to. Not every post on this blog will be like this one; but if you’re still with me this is something I feel you had to go through alongside me – kind of like Lady Gaga’s Born This Way album – because within these lines lie the essence and inspiration of what is yet to come.

I’m a pretty amateur blogger, so I don’t even know if I’m doing this right. I guess for now I’ll just sit here and be a goofy goober until I can think of what my next post will be.