Today I turned 25 depending on what website you ask. Before I turned 18 I always made accounts with a birthday of April 9th, 1990. Why April 9th? April 9th is the title of an Arthur episode. I don't really remember the episode that well (you can read about it here) but I do remember that I enjoyed the episode. Yes the school almost burned down, yes Mr. Morris retired but Arthur and the gang all grew from the experience.
It's been a little over three months since I started co-op. I get asked by people how co-op is going every once in a while. I usually just tell them it's going fine. It's an easy answer. I actually enjoy co-op. I usually just want to avoid going into a full blown technical explaination about what I'm working on because I probably could go on for 10 minutes trying to explain this problem I'm having at work. Along with the back story on how this problem started. Yes, work is great but for some reason I feel like people don't actually care, they are just being polite. It's just like when people say "How are you?!". You say "Fine...". It's part of the rules.
Also, not much really changes day to day at work. I wake up at the unholy time of 7:30, shower, dress, walk 5 minutes to a train station, sit in a purple train for 20 minutes, walk down some stairs through a crowd of people, walk down some more stairs, stand in a red train for 15 minutes, walk up some stairs, walk into a building, scan my ID, get into an elevator, walk down a hallway, scan my ID, scan my ID, turn on my computer, sit down, and start coding. A couple hours later I get lunch, a couple hours after that I do the entire process in reverse. Five days a week, every week, for the last 3 months (besides the clusterfuck that was February and the T). I probably could do my morning and afternoon commutes blindfolded. When I'm actually at work I'm usually working on the same stuff for a week or two or three. There are meetings and lunches and a game room with with Super Smash Brothers (Wii U version, don't hate). That's all I do. It's not very interesting. Well it is...just probably not to the person who asks me what I do.
At this point I feel like I'm just going through the motions but I'm strangely OK with the monotony of my day. For some reason I feel like I should hate it but I don't. Nothing important has really happened. I'm just...living...life? And it feels weird. Yeah it could be better, yeah it could be worse. But it just is right now. I've had weeks where I've felt down for inexplicable reasons. This week has been great for no real reason. Literally nothing exciting or great happened but I just feel good for some reason. It's been raining all week...but I actually like the rain...
It's been a month since I've done a blog post. I think one or two posts ago I said I was going to try to write every week. That didn't happen. It's probably not going to happen. Who knows. I don't. Tomorrow is the 100th day of the year. If this year was a leap year the 100th day would have been today. So next year the 100th day is going to be today. I guess that's pretty cool. Cause you know, leap years and all.