Crap! My head hurts now! I spent a few hours in the math lab today to help out a guy in my class which is usually fine but today it was just really loud and distracting. I tried really hard to do my work but I kept making stupid mistakes over and over and over and all that did was irritate me so I ended up getting nothing done. The professor was sick as a dog on Tuesday then was out sick yesterday. I haven’t seen any notes saying she is going to be out today as well so I am assuming she is bringing he plague ridden self in to class. We have a test/mid-term tomorrow so I guess she wants to get us to study as much as possible before the test. I appreciate what she is doing but I think today would have been better spend studying at home. I have a raging headache so I am wasting time on the web to try and clear my mind. I should do fine of the test tomorrow so I am not too worried. Today is pretty cold and raining so I’ll happy when I finally get home so I can brew a pot of coffee and relax. That should make me a little more productive when I finish my homework. Speaking of coffee, I got a cup from the little snack bar here in the math building and I would have to say it was the worst coffee I’ve had in a LONG time. The only reason it perked me up was because it gave me a major case of heart burn. I guess you get what you pay for so the $1.00 price for a large should have given me a clue. “burp”
For some strange reason I stopped at McDonalds for breakfast. Don’t ask me why, maybe it’s because I have been eating a lot of bagels from To Seize the Bagel and I didn’t want to seem like a stalker to the girl behind the counter. Instead I stopped by McDonalds and picked up a #4 with a coffee. Since I am a pro at eating up to a 4 course meal while driving I started to eat the hash brown which seemed to be the temperature of the sun and burned the crap out of my tongue. The hash brown ended up leaving a nice film on my tongue that didn’t wear off until I got to school 15 minutes later. When I got to school I ate the Mc Sausage Biscuit which instantly turned to glue. It seemed like it was going to get stuck in my throat I took a gulp of my Mc Coffee to wash it down and in doing so I found out that Mc Coffee is a multi-tasker; It not only washed the Mc Glue down my throat, it left a nice “you just drank yesterday’s burn coffee” taste in my mouth for about 30 minutes. I didn’t feel like throwing $4.50 in the trash so I finished the rest of it as quick as I could. The only reason I was in a hurry was because the guy who sits next to me in math is having issues so I told him I could help him out if he showed up to the Math lab at the crack of 8am. It was 7:15am and I was starving so Mickey D’s it is and will never be again. I guess the $4.50 was well spent after all because it’s sitting in my stomach like I ate a pound of grout so I don’t see myself getting hungry for a few more days. I think from now on I’ll just be a bagel stalker and leave the Mc Belly Busters to the pros.
Hmmm, VOX seems to be throwing a tantrum and can't find any of the books I recently finished reading.
Umm here is the link to the book on Amazon anyway. It was pretty easy for me to find and I'm not a computer....
I even found a picture....
Hmmm, VOX seems to be throwing a tantrum and can't find any of the books I recently finished reading.
Umm here is the link to the book on Amazon anyway. It was pretty easy for me to find and I'm not a computer....
I even found a picture....
I mentioned keeping a blog in a writing assignment for school and the professor asked if I minded if she were to read it. HEH, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Sure some of what I write is funny but on the other hand some of what I write is dark, gloomy and really bitchy. I don’t even let my mother read it. Any way, I told her I didn’t care but she would be reading at her own risk. If she does take a look at what I puke out on to the web, I hope she doesn’t start thinking I’m a loon. A lot of what I write IS whiney, bitchy and gloomy but its better to be like that electronically than in real life like I used to be.
Damn, I came really close to using my playground voice again today. That’s three times in less than a week. I don’t know what it is but I think there are more people who just don’t give a shit at Clark than there were at De Anza. Sure people occasionally talked in class at De Anza but not every day in every class. Clark seems to be cornering the market on people who listen to music REALLY loud in common areas, outside open class rooms and in libraries. There also seems to be a LOT more people who just talk out loud in class here. At De Anza they were warned once then thrown out of class but here the professors seems to be happy with saying “please keep the noise down” over and over and over and never really tell anyone to shut the fuck up. I guess the kids don’t give a shit because technology hasn’t caught up with Washington so you can still be a dumbass make a living whereas in the Bay Area it’s getting really, really tough to have a comfortable life without a higher education. That’s too bad. Maybe it’s time Clark cracked down on the students that really don’t give a shit, they might wake up and pay attention. I know they are paying for their class time too but they don’t seem to want to learn anything and when you sit in a room and get watched over by an adult that’s called baby sitting. I am not paying to be watched by a baby sitter; I really want to better my life through higher education so maybe I should start speaking up more often. Heck I am new to the area so if I step on some toes meh, who cares. They are not the ones who will get me a job, they won’t pay my bills, they won’t feed me so who gives a shit if they like me. If I don’t speak up them in a way I’m just as bad as they are.
Oh wait, there is something that Clark has that’s better than De Anza other than Wi-Fi; It’s no litter or very little litter on campus. De Anza was so bad I actually took close to 50 pictures of trash that was left in classrooms and “next” to trash cans where people just finished eating and walked away from their plate. I was so irritated I was going to send a copy of all the pictures along with a rant to the school paper. I still have then. I should still send them and stir the pot so to speak.
I hate filling my blog with mostly rants but so much stuff goes on around me that pisses me off I feel I have to in order to keep from biting someone’s head off in an argument. Yelling at my keyboard is safer than yelling in public.
I finally remembered to put my camera back in my backpack. Picture one is from my front yard as I was leaving for school and the second was taken as I was driving in to the school parking lot about 30 minutes later.
I really can’t stand the holidays. Yeah, the time off is nice even though this will be the first year I haven’t worked on any of the year end holidays if not all of them in about eight years. I know, “It’s not even Halloween and you are already suffering from the holiday Grrrrrs?” Well they are already advertising for the holiday cheer and that angers me for some reason. Maybe it’s because I know those commercials you see on television seem all cheery but they were written and produced by people who couldn’t give a crap about the holidays. All they care about is if they can some how cause a holiday shopping blitz that makes them millions. They show you the happy family all wearing sweaters and porking down roast turkey with relative but what they are really saying is “see this perfect family? If you buy foster farms turkey your life might not suck and you could be like them”. Maybe I hate all the holiday cheer because every year I always feel like I am standing outside the house looking in at everyone having a Kodak moment. The holidays really make me aware that I don’t have a family of my own. I don’t have the fancy house with the statistical family and all that goes with it. Maybe just I need to tell myself that the big house, the wife, the 2.5 kids, the dog and the Christmas tree are all really just a fantasy. Maybe I should stop looking in other people’s windows at their perfect lives and realize that maybe my perfect Christmas is actually not working for a change and actually sleeping in for a few days. You know, just something simple like that. I shouldn’t let those commercials bother me because in reality, I am sure the happy family you see pictured sitting around the dinner table with Grandma and Grandpa with the snow falling outside and the crackling fire inside is REALLY a normal family. Normal as in dad can’t wait to finish dinner so he can get back to his secretary, mom knows it and has a date with a bottle of wine. One kid is a pot head, the other cuts herself to get over mom and dad and the grand parents can’t wait to get back to Florida where it’s warm and the only fighting they hear is over a $2.99 buffet closing early. The only normal one is the dog who sits happily in front of the crackling fire and licks himself. Ahhhh, now that’s a commercial. It could be the perfect commercial for the therapy department at your local hospital. I can see it now. Once the dust settles the text pops up on the screen that says “This message brought to you by the psychiatry department at such and such hospital”.
Wow, after writing all this gloom and doom I feel a little better. I should write a short story about the fictional family that finally takes off their happy masks and has a real holiday for a change. It could be like a cross between Desperate Housewives and cops. Heh. Now that would be cool.
If you were going to write a book, what would you write about?
I have actually been thinking about this for a long time. The first book I want write would be a comical look at the really bizarre conversations and situations that go on around me EVERY time I venture in to public places. I seem to attract crazy where ever I go and Washington is a gold mine for crazy. I can find humor in just about anything. I was also thinking of putting my comical slant on some of the more disgusting things I have seen through out my daily life like unexpected places I have seen vomit and people like "The Pee Bandit" we used to watch from the third floor window of the office building I used to work in. You know like a 300 page fart joke. Something every guy couldn't do without. Like I said, I have a pretty twisted sense of humor so I can find comedy in just about anything.
On a different note, I was thinking of writing a cook book. Nothing huge, just enough to get people to try new things "like cooking". I love to cook and recently started writing down some of the recipes I've had floating around in my head. When ever I bring something to a potluck or cook for a group, people attack it like a pack of dogs so it must be OK. Then they always hound for the recipes. This one still needs some work though. I don't think I have enough to full a whole book yet. I'm working on it. If someone can write a book on cooking with canned soup then I can write one with my quick and easy stuff. If they don't sell at least one day I can yell to someone "Hey, I am published you know" then they can reply "huh"? What more could someone ask for right.
I used to carry a camera where ever I went just in case
something amazing happened I could blab it all over my blog. And since I
decided to stop carrying a camera, here is a really crappy cell phone picture
of yesterday’s spectacular sun rise. Yes, I am putting the camera back in my
back pack as soon as I get home.
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