Written on Monday, the 19th of June, 2006 at 2:22 pm and was filed under:
Diversions,
school
What’s worse than being 12 years out of high school and on your way to having $40,000 in debt?
Being 30 years old, with no college degree, making $15 an hour.
Jesus, Star Tribune, thanks for making me sound like a fucking loser.
That’s why Jesse Mullan has taken a risk and gone back to college, sitting in classrooms with college juniors who were 8 years old when he graduated from St. Paul Central High in 1994.
Of course they leave out I live with a smokin’ hot girlfriend who was 12 or so when I “graduated high school” in 1994. Hellz yes. I suppose that they also leave out that I am halfway dead — I mean done. With classes. Assuming that I don’t go to grad school. In any case, last semester two of my classes were with juniors and two were with old timey grad student folks. They had curly moustaches and everything.
This was all a lot more hilarious in my head last night as I was lying in bed thinking about calling the photographer a half-blind monkey and the reporter a talentless hack, but those comments would be just plain mean, and I’m not a mean person. I was just having trouble sleeping after having spent half the weekend drifting in and out of hallucinatory unconsciousness.
Okay, that was Thursday and Friday only, but it was worth mentioning.
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Written on Sunday, the 18th of June, 2006 at 1:16 pm and was filed under:
Cars
Grrr, she’s mean.
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Written on Saturday, the 17th of June, 2006 at 3:31 pm and was filed under:
Photography
The other day I had a sudden craving for watermelon, so I took some pictures while I gorged on it.
I’d post pictures of my car, but my camera is in Anoka.
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Written on Friday, the 16th of June, 2006 at 1:20 pm and was filed under:
Diversions
When I cleaned up my bike for spring a few months ago I bought one of those orange buckets from Home Depot to put stuff in. I wasn’t sure that it was a good deal as such, since we already had buckets around the house, but it has sure been used since then. We used it cleaning the new place and cleaning up the Keathly household for parties and such.
Then there was yesterday when I came home from school/work because I wasn’t feeling well. I was a bit nauseated, so I asked Lisa for a bucket in case I had to throw up. She brought me one of the gallon-sized popcorn bowls. The time came for me to vomit, and as the bowl neared the halfway point, I managed to stop long enough to gasp “get the ORANGE bucket” because I was starting to worry that I would need five whole gallons of vomit capacity. Lisa brought the orange bucket, and there was a successful switch during my next round of vomiting seconds later. The third round wasn’t quite so spectacular — I just threw up the shot of Pepto that I had tried to choke down.
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Written on Wednesday, the 14th of June, 2006 at 2:01 am and was filed under:
Diversions
Oh yeah, the linear algebra class is using a different book, so I’m out $90 for a used one.
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Written on Tuesday, the 13th of June, 2006 at 11:50 pm and was filed under:
Diversions
Melody and I were looking at shoes on the internet, because I am a girl.
Shoes. Shoes. Shoes.
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Written on Monday, the 12th of June, 2006 at 8:02 pm and was filed under:
Cars
Who knew that purple shit smelled so much like rainbow sherbet?
The car is actually “Regal Blue Pearl” which means “Navy Blue.”
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Written on Thursday, the 8th of June, 2006 at 9:47 pm and was filed under:
Cars
Rumor has it that my car is on the way to Minneapolis and I will be driving it home tomorrow. I will believe it when my shit turns purple and smells like rainbow sherbet.
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Written on Tuesday, the 6th of June, 2006 at 11:49 pm and was filed under:
Bikes
It took me a long time to pick my Surly out last summer. Since then I have lost a few pounds and spend a bit of money on things like bike clothes. I can’t say that I really love biking. Honestly, it’s more fun to drive. However, I cannot argue with the fact that biking is the fastest way for me to get to work aside from being dropped off in front by someone else in a car. It also saves me $3.25 a day in parking and about $50 a month in gas. Yes, it is more expensive to park than to buy gas. Oh well.
I’m thinking about adjusting the handlebars on my bike. I think I’m just a bit too fat to get down into the drops — I mean, my torso is freakishly long. My Surly is a wee 49cm model, but my torso belongs to a much larger man, and not just in the gut region. I’ve been working on the seat position and I think that my ass is finally happy, but now my hands are falling asleep and I’m just not comfortable hunched over.
Here’s the winter configuration for comparison:
The skinny summer tires did make a difference. The bike is faster. Never mind.
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Written on Monday, the 5th of June, 2006 at 9:48 pm and was filed under:
Photography
Saturday I went to help my mother with the pond in her backyard. Basically, she wanted me to dig up a willow tree and then extend her pond by removing many wagons full of black dirt. Don’t ask me where I put it.
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