Teanaway

Think Woodstock, but much smaller. Lots of white people, lots of dogs running around, lots of music (If thats what 6 hours of continuous ACDC really is), and lots of drugs. Most of which I took no part in because I had a motorcycle, and a really big mountain. Its fun to teach people how to ride a bike, especially when they think that you're crashing everytime you intentionally drift around a corner, in which case they run into a tree. Jokes on them I guess.

Damaged?

It was brought to my attention this morning that (In their opinion) some of my choices this past week haven't been the best. I know that I'm not the most moral person in the world, but I honestly don't feel like there's need for change. I like who I am, (mostly). My choices are exactly that. My choices. Don't like them? Find a new friend.

Shoved in a Box

Its the exact phrase to explain what I'm feeling like. I've been given the freedom of calling an entire town and college my home for the last year, to have it taken away and returned to the little house in the little town I grew up in. It may be a temporary situation, but I'm sure not enjoying that fact anymore than the fact that I no longer even have a bedroom either, which means that all of my stuff that filled my house before is now next to useless as I sleep on our guest bed. Our incredibly rock-like guest bed. I've had a kink in my neck. all this week.

Woe is me.

I decided to google stuck in a box to add a little picture to this post, but after seeing that almost all the pictures were emo kids and cats with their heads stuck in a tissue box, I decided to go with his fish.

Why? Because he is an innovator. He is leaving his material prison behind him and going where dozens of fish have gone before! (The floor) But he is willing to put his life in mortal danger to achieve his dreams of living outside the box. He is an inspiration to me and should be to us all.

High five fish. High five to you.

I think I found my calling

Last night was also pretty fruitful of a trip, I found a completely never been used bookcase still unassembled in its box, about 5 textbooks that I will try and sell back to the store today, a good cutting board, a slap chop chopper that I will probably give to mom, a laptop cooling dock, 2 pairs of shoes that look like they've never been worn and a very nice tv. I don't want to brag or anything (didn't say I wouldn't though) but I think I'm pretty good at what I do.

Dumpster Diving

Should be an Olympic sport. If it were, i'd have taken gold this weekend for sure. Lets write up the catch shall we?

2 nights ago:
-3' Mini Fridge
-Small Dvd Player
-Bamboo and Metal Stand
-Window Fan with small crack in it
-Multi-layer Cat Scratch Post (For my friend)
-Swivel Computer Chair
-Box or free food and cans of coke (Not in the dumpster but outside the dorm door)

Last night:
-2 more (smaller) mini fridges
-Cool skull & crossbones carpet
-1 House lamp
-2 Bedside lamps
-Brand new vacuum cleaner
-Brita water filter
-3 bottles of laundry detergent
-Bathroom rack
-Shower rack
-Bike parts galore (Nothing great, but they make for good replacement parts)

Things left to me from roommates and friends:
-TONS of food
-Couple bottles of wine/beer/assorted alcohols
-Queen size bed
-Bookcase
-Another vacuum
-Swiffer sweeper and mop
-A couple pots and pans
-A toaster
-A lamp

Tonight? Only one way to find out.

I truly am supremely happy that all this stuff is now mine, but it does leave a bad taste in my mouth. Think about it.

All this was thrown away.

I've always known that America is the most wasteful country, and I still believe that. But this past couple nights of seeing what people just get rid of has shown me the extent of our wastefulness. Its almost sickening at how much stuff is just discarded because someone doesn't want it or can't take it with them. And everything listed above is just the stuff that I wanted; there was plenty more things that were in just as good of condition. I feel like I am doing a service to my community by recycling this unwanted stuff. (As well as training myself for scavenging during the apocalypse)

A little time play

This is my post as of two days ago. I wanted to write to myself for a little while before I actually let the world know how things really went. You also have to keep in mind that for the last week I have been purposely keeping myself awake and going to sleep at the wrong times to do a modified 30something hour days where I am awake for about 20 hours and sleep for 10. (I know it sounds made up but I make it work) So although I wrote this post last night, It feels like its been sitting there for a week.

4:32am 5/2/12
Tonight is a night of many things to be considered and to be taken care of.
Not really, but I am in an odd emotional rut so please bare with me as I rant my brains out.
I have consumed more coffee in the last 3 days than I have literally, in the past year. I'm averaging about 8-10 cups every night. I'm doing this only because I discovered that when the enormous tidal wave of caffeine hits me I can read entire pages in about a minute and remember the entire thing the next morning. Keep in mind these pages are out of textbooks that weigh more than my left leg. Whats pissing me off at the moment however is that although I've been doing this extremely unhealthy yet effective studying for the past 3 days, it meant nothing for my biology exam today. Very little of the material that was supposed to be covered in it actually was in it. Meaning, that the approximate 75-100something pages I read last night were next to useless when I sat down and starting filling in the cheap little whore bubbles that they always remind you how to do, even though we've been brainwashed how to since our larval stages.
Larva? Ugh.
I can describe to you IN DETAIL how the circulation and oxygen diffusion system works in an Arthropod's exoskeleton. I can physically SHOW you the dance of how a honey bee scout can give directions to the rest of the hive members based upon the position of the sun and the magnetic poles of the Earth. I can draw flippin DIAGRAMS of how a human neuron sends and receives chemical and electrical impulses through its many dendrites and along its main axon chain, most of which has to do with the polarities and positioning of Sodium, Potassium and Calcium ions inside the multiple bi-lipid membranes of the synaptic cleft.

All of this memorized in one night.

Was any of it on the final?





no.




Coffee's done enough for me. I'm switching to a new poison. I hear arsenic and Kool-Aid makes a fantastic cocktail and I've been Jonesing (Hah, suicide pun) to try it.

Hold that thought, I'm going for an aggravated ride.

(2 hours, 10 uphill miles, and 1 passively aggressive email later)

I feel a lot better.


10:14pm 5/3/12 
Things really are a going better since last night. While taking that ride I (Accidently!!!) almost ran over a rabbit on my bike. That's not the happy part, but you gotta admit that's worth at least an Xbox achievement or something. My email to my professor did just the trick, and I am going in to retake a similar exam tomorrow morning. Watched a bootlegged version of the Avengers, which was pretty epic. I might go tonight just to see it in theater quality. I also took an Anthropology exam today, which I feel very confident on. I went to work today too, which always brightens my mood both because the people and my supervisor's are amazing, and because there is always a ton of free gourmet chef-cooked food to go around.I was also told I looked like I lost even more weight since the last time I came in. Although this is odd for me, I take it as a compliment because this means that once I start my real workouts, I will be extremely tone and cut in all the right ways.

I think you are using too much sun screen, your bra seems to have fallen off.

I can't wait to start my summer. Just like Semisonic once said, (After telling everyone to get out) "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."

Realizations of the Week

1. I look a lot like my dad. Not like I have his nose or something in that sense, but ever since I got this haircut every time I see my reflection I think its him, and its

creeping.
me.
out.

2. Motorcycle riders really don't like being shown up by a kid on a mountain bike. My family hosted the second annual Nitro Nationals Hillclimb on our ranch land in the mountains outside of my hometown. Because it's my family's land, I was one of the few people allowed to use a motorbike during the event without being in it, because I was helping out with the whole thing. Choosing not to however, because I had brought my tricked out rock crawler bike, too which most people thought I was foolish. Imagine the surprised look on their faces when I was able to scale all the same rock ledges and dirt tracks they were doing, but without an engine to help me (Not nearly as fast mind you, but you have to assume you're pretty tough when you're the only one pedaling the whole way). Downhill runs? Just as fast as the Motorbikes. Probably a bit safer too, considering I didn't have around 4 to 500 pounds of hot steel under me. I received multiple compliments(?) for the amount of steroids I must be shooting up to have kept doing it all day.

3. I hate coffee cups. The blasted things are so hot you can't hold on to them, to which its contents are then spilled on my lap and shirt. Once it is cooled down enough to drink, the plastic lid catches extra drops which are then spilled onto my lap and shirt. When you're refilling your cup and are putting the lid back on, it snaps back into place which causes more hot coffee to fly onto my lap and shirt. I knew there was a reason I never drank the stuff in the first place.

4. Dubstep is overrated. Not to say that I don't have a couple favorites, I actually have quite a few. In my quest for finding those specific gems in the trash, my point of concern is how Youtube is overfilling with videos and remixes of people who think that they've created "the most epic sounding dubs ever heard." Most of it just sounds like this, to which even a remix was made. Seriously kids, just because you ARE the youthfully creative minds of tomorrow, doesn't mean you SHOULD be.

5. Being alone sucks. I mean this both in the sense that there are people in relationships, along with the people who have friends that are perpetually attached to their hip. Both of which I have neither.

The worst part is that although I don't have a girlfriend, I still don't have an Ipad.

 I'm not actually lonely at the moment, I'm just preparing myself for the suspected week and a half that I will be staying alone in my apartment in a town that just suffered an approximate 80% population drop, while waiting for systematic way of moving my furniture across state. I intend to devote this time to my Japanese studies, as well as hitting the gym twice a day and doing Insanity work outs like a mofo. I also have some video games for while I'm bored and will be posting odd job availability ads for any for extra cash. I fully intend to not let my depressive tendencies get to me, but I've removed all rope and sharp objects from my view just in case I stub my toe, ruining my work out and thus realizing the world doesn't matter anymore.