Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Finals Done

And all I gotta say is

OOOOH I'M THE JUGGERNAUT BIIIIIIIITCH










Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Adventures in Bus Riding Vol. 23243243254654

I ride the bus for 3 and a half hours a day because of my commute to and from home. It sucks. Day in and day out I'm subjected to riding because I have no other choice. I can't afford to drive myself, and I can't afford to park. It's an annoying experience filled with zero pleasure and a ton of wasted time, all while surrounded by people who want to usually do nothing but make sure I can't at least get some sleep or listen to music/read to pass the time. I do my best to not be bothered by other people but let's just say that the public transportation system attracts some unsavory characters who always seem to want to mess with ME. Do I have a sign on my damn head that says "please make my bus ride even more unpleasant, loud, annoying, and uncomfortable than it already is!" ?

Tonight it boiled over with a couple of guys. They came to the front of the bus, and I was making a brief cell phone call to call for my ride to pick me up at my last bus stop. I was having a very hard time hearing anything going on on the phone call because they were shouting and hollering and laughing hysterically and at an absurd volume next to me, when they could clearly see I was on the phone. So I turned to my companions, who by the way wore their pants in a fashion suggesting that they preferred having their ass cheeks exposed to the night air and their hats turned at angles that made them look like clowns, and plainly said "Can you please be quiet, I'm trying to make an important call." I forced myself to be civil with these idiots but they predictably responded venomously as they got off just then at a stop.

"Shutcho fuckin face white boy" was their reply. To this, I was not shocked, although several of the other front of the bus passengers appeared to be alarmed. Calmly I ended my call and turned towards the one who had spoken. "Ya know, why don't you two just go to hell" was my reply. They shouted something else as they ran from the bus but I wasn't in any mood to take it a step further. It's getting to the point where this stuff is no longer going to roll off my back so easily...if stuff like this persists, some other bus patrons and I are going knuckles-to-eyebrows in the near future.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

I cannot even begin to express

...how badly I want this semester to end.

This spring and summer will be really pretty awesome. For spring break, the fiance and I are going on a road trip out west, and then when the semester ends in May, I am going off (hope to God) to an internship somewhere in a state or national park with the student conservation association. Hopefully one of the positions I applied for selects me. I've got several that I have applied for, including cutting trees down in Washington state, backcountry patrolling in Utah, and revegetation work at Devil's Tower. The only one I've applied for that I don't particularly hope I get is this one with the Army Corps of Engineers in Alabama. Working outside every day in southern Alabama isn't my idea of a great time. Still, I had to add it to keep my options open. I hope I get that one in Washington. It's relatively near to a buddy of mine who lives in Tacoma and it'd be badass to go hang out. Plus, it's a chance to basically get an expense-paid vacation to somewhere else, and all you've gotta do is some manual labor.

How hard can it be?

Famous last words.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Christmas Lists

I was just writing up mine. Kind of a ridiculous thing to do at my age I know, but hey, if people out there (e.g. relatives) still wanna know what I want, then why deny myself stuff for Xmas? With the wii a complete impossibility, I have had to search for other items I would like.

- 4 gb or larger mp3 player. My current 2 gig is proving far too small.
- One more guitar stand so I can stick my acoustic(s) on it as well as having my electric out for easy access
- A minifridge
- Gift cards to the various thrift stores and Half Price Books where I get my albums
- A big fucking box of Cinnabons

What do you guys all want?