It's hard to keep your head up when all it will accomplish is getting rain in your eyeballs....
Spring better get here soon and kick the snot out of my seasonal affective disorder (or as I like to call it, "bleeeehhhh") before I downward spiral into the blackest pit of no return.
So, I get out of bed, have two cups of coffee and a heaping pile of waffles and strawberries, zip through another chapter of assigned reading, and mount my trusty single speed to ride the six or so miles to class at 10 a.m.
The sun is shining. White fluffy clouds are cavorting in the expanse of blue sky. Zip! zip! I'm off! Education awaits!
As I pass by Pioneer Square (ridiculously dubbed "Portland's living room")
an SUV makes the common assumption that the bicycle lane is a turning lane, which it most definitely is NOT. This happens a lot, and the cyclists behind me and myself yell in anger and pound on the passenger side of the vehicle to avoid being squashed. I really wish that irresponsible drivers in this town would start using their blinkers and rearview mirrors.
After narrowly avoiding being run over, I crested the last big hill of my trek and CliNK! my chain falls off. Sheesh.
I pulled over, flipped the bike and got my hands dirty. I was just finishing the job as some frat boys walked by saying "Maybe we should help her out..." Whatever, suckers, I've got it under control.
I made it to class with .05 seconds to spare, and sat through 2 long hours of the professor's self-serving babble and interruption of almost every student's comments. "I fell asleep at a stop sign this morning when I was driving here" she says with a giggle. It took my entire reserve of patience to keep my ass firmly planted in my seat instead of charging to the front of the room and punching her in the nose. You don't drive a car (especially in the CITY) when you are that tired. Especially if you live in a city with public transportation and at least four taxi companies.
Then it was off to another class to listen to more babbling about The Great Gatsby, which almost every American kid read in junior high. I'd like to know why I'm required to read it in a Junior level college class.
Don't get me wrong kids, I adore school. In fact, I adore it so much that I pay for it with a pretty penny from my own lint-lined pocket. This term has been a disappointment...nothing much has cranked my gears.
Then! I'm off to the English Department! Still no news on the Kellogg Awards. I've been checking every few days for the past two weeks like they keep telling me to.
Then! Off to the advising office, where a sign posted at the check-in desk says: "Sorry, no drop-ins today. Drop in appointment hours: Monday through Friday 11 a.m.-3 p.m."
It was 2 p.m. What??? I made an appointment with the lovely man at the desk for tomorrow morning. I don't know him, but I did recognize him as someone who comes into my work a lot. He had food from there on his desk. That made me laugh for some reason. He shot me a confused sideways glance.
Heading back outside, I am greeted by a dark looming storm cloud. As I unlock my bike, it begins to downpour. I walked a few blocks to catch the bus.
The bus was filthy and smelled of sweat and bad breath. It was packed with people, all of them coughing and touching the handrails and seats with their filthy hands. At the first stop after I boarded, a woman got on who absolutely disgusted me. She was hacking up lung butter on her hands while she gripped a large coffee and a Carl's Jr. burger. In between coughs, she took huge bites of the burger and swigs off coffee, attempting keep her slimy mouth closed when another coughing fit came on. Of couse, she sat right next to me. After a mile, I had to get off the bus. Thankfully, the downpour had subsided into a gentle mist. I started pedaling home and CliNK! There goes the chain again.
As you can tell (if you made it through the above)...I am in a bad mood. I can't wait for this term to be over (March 16!). I can't wait for my birthday (March 14!) and I can't wait to go to Austin (March 22!).
I am visiting my grandma, and although we don't always see eye to eye, we have a loving tolerance of one another.
Some choice quotes from my grandmother:
"In my day, people like that were called harlots!" (after I broke the news that my boyfriend and I had moved in together.)
"You don't eat meat? or butter?! or lard!?" Then what in the hell do you eat?" (after I told her I was vegan for the zillionth time.)
She also makes really hilarious jokes about being old, none of which I can think of at the moment...and says crazy things like "I was so embarrassed, my face was redder that a fox's ass in the moonlight." and "It is colder than a witch's titty in here!" Good lord, I love that old hag.
Anyway, I'm gonna go look at naked ladies now. Bye!
Spring better get here soon and kick the snot out of my seasonal affective disorder (or as I like to call it, "bleeeehhhh") before I downward spiral into the blackest pit of no return.
So, I get out of bed, have two cups of coffee and a heaping pile of waffles and strawberries, zip through another chapter of assigned reading, and mount my trusty single speed to ride the six or so miles to class at 10 a.m.
The sun is shining. White fluffy clouds are cavorting in the expanse of blue sky. Zip! zip! I'm off! Education awaits!
As I pass by Pioneer Square (ridiculously dubbed "Portland's living room")
an SUV makes the common assumption that the bicycle lane is a turning lane, which it most definitely is NOT. This happens a lot, and the cyclists behind me and myself yell in anger and pound on the passenger side of the vehicle to avoid being squashed. I really wish that irresponsible drivers in this town would start using their blinkers and rearview mirrors.
After narrowly avoiding being run over, I crested the last big hill of my trek and CliNK! my chain falls off. Sheesh.
I pulled over, flipped the bike and got my hands dirty. I was just finishing the job as some frat boys walked by saying "Maybe we should help her out..." Whatever, suckers, I've got it under control.
I made it to class with .05 seconds to spare, and sat through 2 long hours of the professor's self-serving babble and interruption of almost every student's comments. "I fell asleep at a stop sign this morning when I was driving here" she says with a giggle. It took my entire reserve of patience to keep my ass firmly planted in my seat instead of charging to the front of the room and punching her in the nose. You don't drive a car (especially in the CITY) when you are that tired. Especially if you live in a city with public transportation and at least four taxi companies.
Then it was off to another class to listen to more babbling about The Great Gatsby, which almost every American kid read in junior high. I'd like to know why I'm required to read it in a Junior level college class.
Don't get me wrong kids, I adore school. In fact, I adore it so much that I pay for it with a pretty penny from my own lint-lined pocket. This term has been a disappointment...nothing much has cranked my gears.
Then! I'm off to the English Department! Still no news on the Kellogg Awards. I've been checking every few days for the past two weeks like they keep telling me to.
Then! Off to the advising office, where a sign posted at the check-in desk says: "Sorry, no drop-ins today. Drop in appointment hours: Monday through Friday 11 a.m.-3 p.m."
It was 2 p.m. What??? I made an appointment with the lovely man at the desk for tomorrow morning. I don't know him, but I did recognize him as someone who comes into my work a lot. He had food from there on his desk. That made me laugh for some reason. He shot me a confused sideways glance.
Heading back outside, I am greeted by a dark looming storm cloud. As I unlock my bike, it begins to downpour. I walked a few blocks to catch the bus.
The bus was filthy and smelled of sweat and bad breath. It was packed with people, all of them coughing and touching the handrails and seats with their filthy hands. At the first stop after I boarded, a woman got on who absolutely disgusted me. She was hacking up lung butter on her hands while she gripped a large coffee and a Carl's Jr. burger. In between coughs, she took huge bites of the burger and swigs off coffee, attempting keep her slimy mouth closed when another coughing fit came on. Of couse, she sat right next to me. After a mile, I had to get off the bus. Thankfully, the downpour had subsided into a gentle mist. I started pedaling home and CliNK! There goes the chain again.
As you can tell (if you made it through the above)...I am in a bad mood. I can't wait for this term to be over (March 16!). I can't wait for my birthday (March 14!) and I can't wait to go to Austin (March 22!).
I am visiting my grandma, and although we don't always see eye to eye, we have a loving tolerance of one another.
Some choice quotes from my grandmother:
"In my day, people like that were called harlots!" (after I broke the news that my boyfriend and I had moved in together.)
"You don't eat meat? or butter?! or lard!?" Then what in the hell do you eat?" (after I told her I was vegan for the zillionth time.)
She also makes really hilarious jokes about being old, none of which I can think of at the moment...and says crazy things like "I was so embarrassed, my face was redder that a fox's ass in the moonlight." and "It is colder than a witch's titty in here!" Good lord, I love that old hag.
Anyway, I'm gonna go look at naked ladies now. Bye!
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but I just gave my notice tonight!
I will be working at cafe voila.
I'm happy!