Ah holy hell |1:54 AM|
I'm heading to Phoenix in a few hours. The laundry is drying, my books are selected, my agenda still up in the air. It should be an interesting vacation, and likely drama free. That kitten person that Geeky may be giving a room to for the weekend came up in conversation.
Me: Do we have any proof that this kitten person isn't a furry?
Geeky: Kitten's not a furry, she's a geophysicist!
For some reason, that made me laugh my ass off.
Meanwhile, my humor seems to be crawling slowly back to me, as I learn to merely relax an not to write to impress anyone. You'll still have to put up with my whining for a little while, but I'll try to make it worth your time. Portal brought up my going back to school again. She heard information which sounds promising. It's along the lines of "proove you were sick before a certain time, that you're better now, and able to perform and they might let you in, record notwithstanding. A doctor's note helps. "
I still think this is a setup for another fall, like last time, when I was looking into the UT extension program. At this point, it's not about salary. And I understand that some of the richest people in the world dropped out of college. But I'm a bit of a stubborn human being, and being defeated like this pisses me off.
It pisses me off a great deal, and I'm tired of that feeling.
|9:44 PM|
A limitation of this blog is that I can't fully express the more interesting experiences I'd like to share. I recently ate at a fantastic barbeque place south of Austin, but finding the proper descriptive language for "delicious meat" is difficult. The sausage was sharp, when compared to the huge chunks of beef. All of it was soft, and almost delicate. Eating with your hands did not seem unacceptable, as the meat was tender enough to pull apart. So appetizing was the meal that even fat and gristle, stuff you threw away, had their own inviting gleam. It was a pure experience, and it engaged me fully, from the feel of the meat, all the way to the scent, look, and taste. If this meat could have sung, it would have sung opera.
I'm almost hungry again, despite a belly full to illness.
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This is a terrible idea |9:04 PM|
Speaking of trips to Arizona, thanks to the run in with the cops I may have to drive instead of fly. That's fine on the way out but the way back is a total bitch. I was talking to Geekygrrl, and thinking of options. I was looking for someone who wanted a one way trip to Austin, and I thought if I couldn't find someone fitting that role, I'd find someone willing to go and then take a train or bus back. (I'd pay for it). She keeps suggesting this "Kitten" person who just showed up on the Az goon's board, asking to come to the 4th of july party. Neither Geeky, nor I, know anything about this person. For all I know "she" is an axe murderer.
However, desperate times call for desperate measures. I'll be sure to pick up a cheap gun in Arizona in case I have to shoot this possible co-driver.
You damn Zombie bastard. |8:55 PM|
I got caught in a speed trap today. Don't get me totally wrong here, it was still a bone headed screw up on my part that got me caught, but it's clear the cops were waiting there for a reason.
The road went from 65 to 55 very quickly, and I had been travelling at 10 over as Austin cops won't nail you until you break 10 over. This info is not so much hearsay, as it is directly from a high ranking APD officer. However, when I hit the 55 zone I hadn't started to slow down yet so all of a sudden I'm doing 20 over. On go the lights, ticket goes into the hand DAMMIT. I've always been given just a warning, since I'm usually not speeding some absurd amount through a school zone, and I say "sir" a shitload. Luckily, I'll be able to take defensive driving and it'll blow away like leaves near a street cleaner. The cop's last words to me were "I really appreciate your courtesy", too bad he didn't let me out without a ticket. Crap.
I've been doing a lot more sleep walking-type activities lately. My roommate told me today she caught me sleeping with my eyes open on the couch twice now. Each time she's engaged me in conversation and not known why I didn't answer until I woke up startled.
I also woke up in the middle making out with my girlfriend. Apparently I'd started the whole thing, and she wondered why I suddenly became so perplexed looking in the middle of it. Also, she had to convince me not to sleep while leaning against a wall a little later, after I went for some water. Sulz says it's not healthy to be that tired. Bah, if I can crush a little more active time out of my weekends, I'll gladly sacrifice sanity, as well as freak out those around me.
Speaking of Sulz, I'm heading to Phoenix this week. Hopefully I can still pull off the plane tickets, but this is going to get tricky if the damn IRS check doesn't appear soon. I may be forced to drive there, and that's fun the way there, but christ is it bad the way back.