As I was walking through the airport today I saw a girl who looked exactly like a friend I have from Minnesota. The only difference between this girl and my friend back home is that my friend back home is a boy. They had the same hair color, same build same pointed nose so many similarities. The one at the airport was, however, clearly a girl. I thought about how funny that was that here existed my friends Doppelganger, except this one is a girl. Then, as my mind often does when i think of something clever, I took time to ponder and reflect. I remembered having seen girl versions of other friends of mine, not as exact, but similar. Then my mind reached the conclusion that out there, in the wide-wide world, is a female version of me. The thought weirded me out. As I thought about this she-me I felt bad for her. Because, while I'm an ok-looking guy, she would be an ugly looking girl. Especially if she was as like me as this girl was to my Minnesota friend. I hope I never see her, it would be the strangest thing ever. If I recognized her for what she is, I'd have a hard time not staring. I just got a shiver. I'm done thinking about it.
when our last two roommates moved out they left the fridge they were using in quite the state. every inch was covered in sticky stuff. there was a half carton of milk that expired in September. At least three bags full of an unidentifyable something. They were black from rot. A few days ago a girl almost threw up when we opened it due to the smell. Well Calen and I dug right into it this morning. we got it so clean I had no problems putting my whole self inside. I'm so domestic.
i'm sitting in the ceremony. they just gave me my diploma cover. the real one will come in the mail in 8-10 weeks. they do that in case i failed a final or didn't return a library book. you should all take a moment out of your busy blog-reading lives to mention how awesome I am. Because I really am pretty awesome.
Today was my last day of classes...ever. EVER! I'll never have a school class again. Well, as far as I have planned. the future is a weird place, but as of this second I have zero plans to ever go to school again. I'll go to campus and use my student ID to get into things, sure, but I won't be there for any sort of academic reason.
I dressed up today like I was going on a date. I wore my date shirt and my date pants and I looked good. People noticed. An Asian girl talked to me. That has never happened in 6 years of school. I played video games, went to the gym, made a cake...all my favorite things. I finished the day with a bunch of tv watching. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it was a great day. The weather was perfect. Someone bought me ice cream. I even got my belly rubbed for a second which was nice.
I don't know how tomorrow is going to be better than today. something amazing is going to have to happen to top the great feeling at the end of today.
I am still keeping my eyes open for a bag of money some careless drug dealer might leave lying around.
So today, using the interweb, I found out that on Thursday, April 29 2010 I will turn 10000 days old. I hope you realize that it is a much more important event than normal birthdays. I've already plugged an alarm into my phone. I suggest you do the same. Start thinking now about awesome present to get me. These have to be really good because it is such an important occasion.
Also, I've been thinking about exciting things to do to celebrate the day. The three things that have been on the top of my "adventures to go on" list are bungee jump from a hot air balloon, cage dive with man-eating sharks, and watch fireworks from a boat. If you have any other suggestions I'm ready to hear them. I have a year to figure it out and save up the money. That reminds me; money would also be a very acceptable gift for my 10000th day.
So at the airport this morning I almost ran into a giant pillar. I stopped literally images from it. I was looking down at my ticket and wasn't paying attention.
I looked around to see if anyone saw it. I wanted to share that moment with a stranger. The only one who seemed to notice was this old lady. By the way she looked at me, I don't think anyone has ever thought I was a retarded person more than she did.
This woman clearly had no sense me humor. I think the real victim is her husband.
There is a secret free parking lot near campus that I like to park in because I refuse to pay over a hundred bucks for a parking permit. I bought a motorcycle permit for my scooter, but that was cheap and it's winter and I can't drive it.
The word has gotten out about the free lot so it fills up, add to that the fact that my first class isn't until noon and you can figure that it's pretty impossible to get into the free lot. I got there today and the one spot left was in 4 inches of snow. I was in a hurry so I risked it. The snow was melting, it was a hot day and I was feeling lucky, so i went for it. Well, I was on campus for awhile tonight and didn't get to my car until after it had been dark for awhile. It was then cold and things were no longer melting. It was the opposite (freezing).
To get to the point, my car was stuck. I was ready to do what I had to do to get it out by myself, but this girl walking by noticed that I wasn't having any luck with the "rock it" technique. So put her bag down and asked me if I needed any help. She was a small girl, but I appreciated the heart behind her request. So we put the car into neutral and the two of us were attempting, once again, the "rock it out" technique. We had begun to have some success when a guy shows up and helps out some more. Perfect.
Our next idea was to put the girl in the car to work the pedals while us strong men worked the front end with our backs and legs. I don't think she'd worked too many stuck cars because she started gunning the wheels. Anyone who has been stuck lots and lots of times like I have knows you have to creep it out.
How do you tell someone who is doing a good deed for you that they don't know what they are doing and they are screwing up your tires? You don't tell them. You don't because that is rude. Don't be rude.
The other guy knew what she was doing and we came up with a plan to have her turn the wheel and we said "and just use a little gas this time." This time it worked. I shook their hands and was on my way.
Thinking back I should have offered them a ride, but I'm clearly not as thoughtful as those two were.