Tycho

Wednesday, March 17, 2004


Ok. Rant time. T fucking blows. $1.25/token for shitty service. Not only that, it's $2.50 at Quincy Adams and Quincy Center...and you have to pay $1.25 to LEAVE THE STATION at those places.

Who the fuck runs the T? It used to be $0.85, then $1.00, now $1.25 with NO improvements in service or cleanliness. Until I can lick my food off the ground at Downtown, Government Center, or hell, Haymarket, I won't consider it clean, because it's a fucking dump. It drives people to suicide! <--- Not really.

And to think they charged Regis $1.25 to LEAVE a station! What nerve!

I guess I should be thankful it's not the MARTA...which was $1.50/token last time I was down in Atlanta...meaning it's probably about $2.00/token now.

Anyways, geology lab was long and difficult, and the statistics lab was absurdly easy.

And then I got to work on Dynamics immediately when I got back at about 2:05 PM.

I've been doing work for that class ever since...just spent that last 2.5 hours on this one example that is driving Russ and I mad...it's like we've been bashing our heads against the wall...and the wall is winning (don't worry! we've done it some damage...and we're looking to do more later).

I'm pretty pooped at this point...and I'm contemplating getting to bed within an hour...which will give me roughly 9 hours of sleep...mmm...sleep...

Back to the subject at hand. Ooh birds!

Yeah, work is rough, but I'm not mad about it. I'm sort of enjoying it. Get up (somewhat early) in the morning, put in a full day's worth of honest work, get a little while to relax and loosen up, then go to bed, completely exhausted. It feels like when I was younger during the summer...go outside, play basketball, baseball, football, hockey, and of course the obligatory roughhousing ALL DAY LONG, then come in, and go straight to bed. Except I'm not exercising. I'm getting alot of "chair parade" these days. I'm not making sense anymore am I? I'd hope not, because that'd mean I'm in a defective mental state, and I'd be going crazy. You're not going crazy. Are you? No way, man, it's only the second day of class, I can't be going crazy yet. Dude, you've lost it, relax, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. You're not going to hurt me, what does that mean? I mean don't do nothing stupid. And why not? Because, I'd hate to get hit by a car, or a flying elephant. But that takes all the fun out of life...you don't like the deer in the headlights stare? Oh, it's funny to see on other people, it's just that life-flashing-before-your eyes thing that I don't agree with. Meh, don't worry, I'll show you how it's done. No dude, you jump over it, not crawl under. Shut the hell up and don't forget to shave. Hey, what the hell is your damned problem? You're fucking Rumplestiltskin! Same to you, you dirty bastard! I hope Studystiltskin comes and bashes your skull in...or at least gets you piss drunk! HELL FUCKIN' YEAH, BRING IT ON! I was kidding about the getting piss drunk. Oh...I'll pass on the head bashing. Well, too late, he's already been paid. Can I get the beer, too, then? No, that costs extra. Can you spot me a few? Sorry, had to pay him to beat the fuck out of you. Die in a fire, you bastard.

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And yes, that entire section wasn't supposed to make sense. Just rambled on making sure to switch things every so often. I just did it for fun. No, I'm really not insane, because that was on purpose. No it wasn't! Yes it was! No it wasn't! Who the fuck asked you? You did! No I didn't! Fuck you! Promise? You are a sick and dirty bastard, you keep away from me you prick!

Hehe...umm...yeah, let that one go a little too far...after having a full day of not doing anything random just for fun, that was quite relieving.

The one thing I really hate about winter is getting hit by snow plows. Don't they have any damned brakes?!?

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