One Week= the 8th

Hello, hello! This will probably be the last blog post for the Seven-week Break; then it's right back into the weekly (hopefully) posts of the semesterly (I just made that up!) blogging. Speaking of which, the Fall Semester starts in just 11 days! Holy-mole, that's really close.
These seven weeks were going by so fast at first. I had work pretty much every day and accumulating more shifts as I went along. Then, about a week ago, the magic stopped. Honeymoon over, the shifts stopped coming in. Boo. On. That. Noise. This past week has felt like several months and this week has been just as slow. I try to fill my time, but what can I do, honestly? I don't have too many options around here. I've been working out nearly every day, reading a little from my Anatomy and Physiology book to help retain what I've learned, playing the piano and the trumpet, and playing lots of Starcraft II- my guilty pleasure. That's been my average day.
Part of my workout routine involves riding my mountain bike wherever I feel like going, which usually ends up being my neighborhood. The only in/outlets of my neighborhood are to busy streets: Highland Drive and Fort Union Boulevard, both of which I don't really dare go past or on. That, and the maze I live in gives enough diversity for a good ride, which includes a pathway down into the place that's been generally deemed The Gully. It has a real name- it's a park/nature walk that's nestled behind a well-to-do community that's only road-accessible by Highland Dr. and Creek Rd.-I just never remember it. Anyway, the biking has been really good for my cardiovascular health, left knee, vitamin D production, fashion sense, etc. I guess I've been riding it pretty hard, too, or just misused it, because now the front de-railer for changing gears is busted. It hasn't effected my riding too much, I just can't change gear tiers, so I'm stuck in the highest tier of gears (unless I do it by hand) until I take it to a bike shop to get a new de-railer. Whoop-de-doo.
Aside from enduring the mind-numbing home-body life, I've been livin' it up approximately once a week! That is to say I've gotten out of the house and visited with friends when they're available. It's good to see them all again, despite being the odd wheel anywhere we go (3rd, 5th, 7th, etc.).  Last week was an adventure that took me to Coachman's Restaurant (good food) and Keys on Main for dueling pianists. The pianists weren't really dueling that night, they would play requests from the crowd who were all slowly (some quickly) getting tanked. Yep, it was at a bar, so not the most uplifting environment I've ever been in. Overall, it was fun to see the pianists' skills and the occasional embarrassment of a bride-to-be or birthday girl (funny how it was only women being celebrating their birthdays that night) along with the drunkards enjoying the frivolities while plunging further into the proverbial grave of a massive hangover. Okay, not so much that last part, but some were funny, others just plain annoying. I would encourage you all to view Bill Cosby's bit on drinking.
Anyway, amid the hum-drum, that's the life so far. One week from today I'll be moving into my old apartment up in Rexburg with four new roommates and gearing up another semester. Hopefully my new roommates will be good. With everything that this semester's looking to be, crummy roommates are not needed. Taking a full regimen of classes, working, and trying to have a social life will definitely take its toll on me, but whatever, there's no avoiding it because that's life! I could cut out socializing, but let's face it, it's not going to happen completely.