Last night we were standing on our porch and we heard voices and they were coming from another beach house and they invited us over and we went over and they were college kids on spring break and we said this is a mistake and they said want some jello shots and I said I have to go back and study for my transportation midterm I’ll take three.
The good news the bad news and the dumbest news in the world.
I went for a bike ride this morning for the first time without 50 pounds of computers and books on my back. Jeffrey is a real cyclist he has shoes and clips and authentic spandex. I have hand-me-down Hamilton swimming shorts and vans. We biked 2015 1,000 miles I don’t know it’s hard to count and I feel great. At one point he said I was “booking it” which I think means I am fast. I have one gear. He has ten. Here is a photo.
Then I came home and mapped out my work schedule for the week and discovered that I have 37 hours worth of work to do before Sunday.
Then I started working on my transportation finance video contest entry and after going through all four tapes twice discovered that three interviews were not recorded and the entire project is basically botched. I know that in the grand scheme of things (grad school, happiness, getting diamond rings, etc) submitting an entry into the 4th International Conference on Surface Transportation Financing: Forging a Sustainable Future-Now! Student Video Contest is really not that important but it is something I have been working on for two months and now I am stranded in NC without the right footage and it makes me the angriest. I am going to distract myself with a snacklaw homework another snack let’s be serious.
In other news: Sarah’s home from Tahoe. I’m feeling better already.
Two months ago someone said, hey do you want to go to North Carolina for Spring Break? And I said Does North Carolina have the internet? And they said probably. I’m here, and it does. Here is a photo of my breakfast.
HoBaB was down for years weeks a few days. I kept forgetting and tried to post feelings and then would get the error message. Like when the skittles are out at the vending machine but I forget and still go back to the vending machine for the skittles and then I remember, oh ya, the skittles are out. and then I think, I am too dependent on the skittles.
chantyce finally came home from florida and fixed the internet today. maybe it’s time I start thinking about finalizing the divorce papers getting my own server space.
when it is late and I am a graduate student in the undergraduate student library and I can’t focus from all the undergraduate laughter and blackberrying and facebooking and fun-having, I listen to this, and pretend that I am an 8 year old Peter Holzaweorihwhpel and that my babysitter locked me outside of the house during a terrifying thunderstorm one night by accident and that 20 years later only a steady stream of sailing, sunshine, and a career in climate change can help alleviate the fear of rain, thunder, and babysitters cracking lightening bolts. Then I think, this isn’t so bad. The action starts at 00:05:45.
