Thursday, 31 August 2006

• School Dazed

  Hoards of morons: Check
  Dumbasses rambling on in front of a room: Check
  Mixture of hate, disgust, boredom, and confusion, boiling in my liver: Check
  
  Yup, must be school.  
  
  I exaggerate, it wasn't that bad. 
  
  I dropped a class just so I could get in another class so I could be with my three coworkers from work this summer.  I couldn't stand the thought of all of the "Fantastic Four" being in there except for me.  That would gnaw at me all year.
  
  My bike riding to school went great.  Got there in about 8 minutes or so.  A far cry from the 30 min-1 hour window that it would take to get from Riverside to class.  Not to mention I don't have to waste gas.  Or stand in a bus with morons.  Plus I get the extra benefits of riding a bike for exercise and whatnot.
  
  Nothing wakes me up in the morning like jumping curbs, trying to avoid death, and looking good while doing it. 
  
  I ordered a cool chair from Best Buy.  I will go pick it up tomorrow.
  
  I swear I used to not believe it was possible to live without a TV in my room.  I've had a TV in my room for as long as I remember.  But it's really not that bad.  It's just like you're sitting here, but there's no box with pictures going. 
  
  You can get way more done.  The choices are 1) sit here, 2) do something productive.  Choice 2 is way more appealing in that scenario than 1) waste time watching TV 2) do something productive.
  
  I was buying dried fruit this evening and this woman was like "So, are those your study snacks?" and then I looked and she was like late 40ish and seemed harmless.  So I was like, "No, I eat dried fruit all the time.  It's good and easy."  Then this led to her asking me about my life, me telling her about my major, my thoughts on college and graduating, my working at the plant, yada yada.  Then she like wanted to see if I was looking for a part time job, and I'm like "No, not really."  Then she was like saying they had some engineers at this part time job blah blah, and I asked her what it was and she gave me some mumbo-jumbo, I wasn't really paying attention.  Then to end it I like gave her my number and took hers, so apparently she's gonna call me about this part time job.  I wouldn't mind mashing buttons a few hours a week if the price is right, but I refuse to speak to people or try to sell things.  I was presenting myself rather well at the store in my opinion, and she was like "You'd tear it up at this job."  Yeah, we'll see.  If she calls I'll be like, make it worth my while.  I'm used to making big bucks per hour, I couldn't go back to pedestrian wages.  The grocery store is weird.
  
  First Day Of School Last Year <-expressing my distaste for the bus, no less.
  First Day Of School The Year Before <- if only I would have known.
  
  

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