A few years ago I made a trip to Chicago with a couple of friends of mine, Dylan and Mary Jane which lead to an adventure of hair plugs, my hatred of Starbucks and gay clubs. The 8 hour drive was split up between us, Dylan drove the first leg then Mary was in the middle, she's always in the middle. I of course was the only one who willing to drive into Chicago itself. We were staying in down town and managed to get in during rush hour. Once again, I always end up in large cities during rush hour, Albuquerque, Phoenix, Chicago, St. Louis, etc.
Funny thing is I suffer from anxiety. I hold it together and try and pretend that it doesn’t bother me. None of my friends have ever figured out that I am scared as hell to be driving in mass amounts of traffic. The fear comes from the fact that the larger the group of people the more stupid they act. Now put all that idiocracy into large metal death boxes. Add into the equation that people are competitive which leads to offensive driving. If everyone would just take a deep breath and respect the mightiness of the car then my fear of the road would not be so great.
We make it the hotel just fine, go out to eat, and then crash out for the night. Although our first day is not that exciting, it get better.
Day two starts out with us getting up early and going to a medical office. Dylan needed to get his hair plugs checked. It was the one-year mark and I guess they needed to be checked. The view from the doctor’s office was amazing. The high rise next to us had a pool and garden on the roof.
The food in big cities is amazing. There are more flavors to be tasted. Compared to the food I had in Chicago, every restaurant in Kearney taste like I’m chewing on cardboard. This makes no sense because the meals in Chicago were not more expensive then eating out in Kearney. I love food but I have been spoiled by my travels.
This trip to Chicago also leads to my hatred of Starbucks. I am ad major and therefore a brand whore. I do love brand name stuff but it has to be quality. First off Starbucks is not quality. Second, there is no need for two Starbucks to be on the exact same block. They were even on the same side of the street. I consider this overdoing it. That was the day I swore I would never drink Starbucks coffee.
Later that night we go out on the town. We hope on the L train and head out. We get off in an area of town known as “boys town.” I have never seen so many Leather, porn, and bondage shops in such a short walk.
We get to a club, have some drinks, and are having a good time. Next thing you know Mary Jane and I get kicked out for being strait girls. There was no way they could prove we were strait but we were asked to leave because they didn’t want “strait girls” in their club. WTF?!?
Well a man couple there over heard this and invited us to an afterhours club, that was friendly to all, down the street. We ended up loosing the guys who we came with, seven sheets to the wind and I was the only one sober enough to get us back to the hotel. This included getting on the right L train and navigating the 8 blocks after we get off the train. Not to mention the trying to talk the drunks into believing I knew where we were. So how did I end up being the only one who was hung over? I don’t know but I now know what gay clubs, hair plugs, and my hatred of Starbucks have in common. It was my spring break trip to Chicago.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Mornings
Being an early riser in college has it's advantages. There are only 3 other people awake and moving in the dorms (resident halls) at 6am. This means you don't have to worry about not getting a show or even combing your hair for at least another hour.
Another perk is that it is quite and you can get homework done. In the evenings it is loud from 3pm on. While quite hours should start at 10pm, this doesn't normally happen. Being the one who has to enforce this I am well aware of the fact that the young adults around here are not ready to be quite at 10pm.
This leads to problem of getting to sleep at night so you can wake up to a early peace and quite. Problem solution - iPod and headphones, fans also work along with ear plugs. I do own a giant box of ear plugs, which are over half gone from this school year.
Remember - early to bed and early to rise makes a man heath and wise.
Another perk is that it is quite and you can get homework done. In the evenings it is loud from 3pm on. While quite hours should start at 10pm, this doesn't normally happen. Being the one who has to enforce this I am well aware of the fact that the young adults around here are not ready to be quite at 10pm.
This leads to problem of getting to sleep at night so you can wake up to a early peace and quite. Problem solution - iPod and headphones, fans also work along with ear plugs. I do own a giant box of ear plugs, which are over half gone from this school year.
Remember - early to bed and early to rise makes a man heath and wise.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
New Begainings
The age of the throw away culture. My lease on my car was up so what did I do, I leased a new car. Damn it is a nice car. Graduating, new guy, new car, new city, new hair cut, does this give way to a new life? Maybe. That question will be answered in a few months.
In the mean time, why wouldn't someone want a whole new start? It is such a refreshing thing to leave your past behind and start with a whole new slate. While I believe in reinventing yourself everyday, moving away and starting over is a whole different ball park.
This has happened for me before. It is refreshing. Which leads me to ask - Why don't more people do this? What do people have that is so great that they don't just walk away into a new city, a new scene, a new home, a new life?
In the mean time, why wouldn't someone want a whole new start? It is such a refreshing thing to leave your past behind and start with a whole new slate. While I believe in reinventing yourself everyday, moving away and starting over is a whole different ball park.
This has happened for me before. It is refreshing. Which leads me to ask - Why don't more people do this? What do people have that is so great that they don't just walk away into a new city, a new scene, a new home, a new life?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Spring break
What does gay clubs, hair plugs, my hatred of Starbucks have in common?
A few years ago I made a trip to Chicago with a couple of friends of mine, Dylan and Mary Jane. The 8 hour drive was split up between us, Dylan drove the first leg then Mary was in the middle, she's always in the middle. I of course was the only one who willing to drive into Chicago itself. We were staying in down town and managed to get in during rush hour. Once again, I always end up in large cities during rush hour, Albuquerque, Phoenix, Chicago, St. Louis, etc.
Funny thing is I suffer from anxiety. I hold it together and try and pretend that it doesn’t bother me. None of my friends have ever figured out that I am scared as hell to be driving in mass amounts of traffic. The fear comes from the fact that the larger the group of people the more stupid they act. Now put all that idiocracy into large metal death boxes. Add into the equation that people are competitive which leads to offensive driving. If everyone would just take a deep breath and respect the mightiness of the car then my fear of the road would not be so great.
We make it the hotel just fine, go out to eat, and then crash out for the night. Although our first day is not that exciting, it get better.
Day two starts out with us getting up early and going to a medical office. Dylan needed to get his hair plugs checked. It was the one-year mark and I guess they needed to be checked. The view from the doctor’s office was amazing. The high rise next to us had a pool and garden on the roof.
The food in big cities is amazing. Compared to the food I had in Chicago, every restaurant in Kearney taste like I’m eating out of a trash can. This makes no sense because the meals in Chicago were not more expensive then eating out in Kearney. I love food but I have been spoiled by my travels.
This trip to Chicago also leads to my hatred of Starbucks. I am ad major and therefore a brand whore. I do love brand name stuff but it has to be quality. First off Starbucks is not quality. Second, there is no need for two Starbucks to be on the exact same block. They were even on the same side of the street. I consider this overdoing it. That was the day I swore I would never drink Starbucks coffee.
Later that night we go out on the town. We hope on the L train and head out. We get off in an area of town known as “boys town.” I have never seen so many Leather, porn, and bondage shops in such a short walk.
We get to a club, have some drinks, and are having a good time. Next thing you know Mary Jane and I get kicked out for being strait girls. There was no way they could prove we were strait but we were asked to leave because they didn’t want “strait girls” in their club. WTF?!?
Well a couple of men there over heard this and invited us to an afterhours club down the street. We ended up seven sheets to the wind and I was the only one sober enough to get us back to the hotel. This included getting on the right L train and navigating the 8 blocks after we get off the train. Not to mention the trying to talk the drunks into believing I knew where we were. So how did I end up being the only one who was hung over? I don’t know but I now know what gay clubs, hair plugs, and my hatred of Starbucks have in common. It was my spring break trip to Chicago.
A few years ago I made a trip to Chicago with a couple of friends of mine, Dylan and Mary Jane. The 8 hour drive was split up between us, Dylan drove the first leg then Mary was in the middle, she's always in the middle. I of course was the only one who willing to drive into Chicago itself. We were staying in down town and managed to get in during rush hour. Once again, I always end up in large cities during rush hour, Albuquerque, Phoenix, Chicago, St. Louis, etc.
Funny thing is I suffer from anxiety. I hold it together and try and pretend that it doesn’t bother me. None of my friends have ever figured out that I am scared as hell to be driving in mass amounts of traffic. The fear comes from the fact that the larger the group of people the more stupid they act. Now put all that idiocracy into large metal death boxes. Add into the equation that people are competitive which leads to offensive driving. If everyone would just take a deep breath and respect the mightiness of the car then my fear of the road would not be so great.
We make it the hotel just fine, go out to eat, and then crash out for the night. Although our first day is not that exciting, it get better.
Day two starts out with us getting up early and going to a medical office. Dylan needed to get his hair plugs checked. It was the one-year mark and I guess they needed to be checked. The view from the doctor’s office was amazing. The high rise next to us had a pool and garden on the roof.
The food in big cities is amazing. Compared to the food I had in Chicago, every restaurant in Kearney taste like I’m eating out of a trash can. This makes no sense because the meals in Chicago were not more expensive then eating out in Kearney. I love food but I have been spoiled by my travels.
This trip to Chicago also leads to my hatred of Starbucks. I am ad major and therefore a brand whore. I do love brand name stuff but it has to be quality. First off Starbucks is not quality. Second, there is no need for two Starbucks to be on the exact same block. They were even on the same side of the street. I consider this overdoing it. That was the day I swore I would never drink Starbucks coffee.
Later that night we go out on the town. We hope on the L train and head out. We get off in an area of town known as “boys town.” I have never seen so many Leather, porn, and bondage shops in such a short walk.
We get to a club, have some drinks, and are having a good time. Next thing you know Mary Jane and I get kicked out for being strait girls. There was no way they could prove we were strait but we were asked to leave because they didn’t want “strait girls” in their club. WTF?!?
Well a couple of men there over heard this and invited us to an afterhours club down the street. We ended up seven sheets to the wind and I was the only one sober enough to get us back to the hotel. This included getting on the right L train and navigating the 8 blocks after we get off the train. Not to mention the trying to talk the drunks into believing I knew where we were. So how did I end up being the only one who was hung over? I don’t know but I now know what gay clubs, hair plugs, and my hatred of Starbucks have in common. It was my spring break trip to Chicago.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Weather and Safety
I have seen class canceled on days that were nice, there just happen to be lots of snow. On these days people could have gotten to class and the streets were clear to drive on, you just had to be motivated enough to dig yourself out of the drive way.
But on days like today it is dangerous to get from class to class. That's the point to snow days right? To keep us safe. It was 11:30am before I saw public safety deicing the sidewalks between the buildings. At 10:45am it was to dangerous to get from main campus out to west center because of the ice. I decided to skip class to save myself.
My fear of the ice comes from last year, right before valentines day, I feel on the ice and hurt myself quite badly. It took weeks for me to heal. While it is funny to watch people fall on the ice, the safety of students needs to be considered. It is even unsafe driving in the parking lots on campus.
Most people that do fall won't report it either. This is a problem because when falls on campus go unreported then the university doesn't know how dangerous it really is. This leads them to continue to let students walk to class in unsafe conditions.
Today is worse then any of the snow days I've seen the school give. Why is no one concerned for our safety?
But on days like today it is dangerous to get from class to class. That's the point to snow days right? To keep us safe. It was 11:30am before I saw public safety deicing the sidewalks between the buildings. At 10:45am it was to dangerous to get from main campus out to west center because of the ice. I decided to skip class to save myself.
My fear of the ice comes from last year, right before valentines day, I feel on the ice and hurt myself quite badly. It took weeks for me to heal. While it is funny to watch people fall on the ice, the safety of students needs to be considered. It is even unsafe driving in the parking lots on campus.
Most people that do fall won't report it either. This is a problem because when falls on campus go unreported then the university doesn't know how dangerous it really is. This leads them to continue to let students walk to class in unsafe conditions.
Today is worse then any of the snow days I've seen the school give. Why is no one concerned for our safety?
Sunday, March 8, 2009
X-Files
So I have watched every episode of the x-file at least twice. I own the box set but not the movies. Yes I have seen them a couple of times, too.
The first few seasons are my favorite, I was never a huge fan of the whole "I lost my sister to aliens" boo hoo. But they all fallow the outline.
So to my point - there is an outline for the show and every episode fallows this outline.
1. The show opens with someone who goes missing or a death.
2. Next Mulder and Scully go check it out.
3. Most of the time it is Mulder who comes up with some crazy off the wall idea of what really happened
4. Scully (most of the time) comes up with a scientific answer to what has happened
5. Of of the two of them gets into trouble
6. The other one saves them
7. Turns out that Mulder was mostly right and Scully wasn't completely wrong. (in later episodes Scully comes up with the crazy ideas and Doggett is the sane one but the plot outline is still the same)
8. Then there is the "moment" that will always take place between Mulder and Scully at some point in the show. But they can never hook up because that always ruins the show.
And that is the outline for x-file episodes.
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