Memory...

You know, my dad's memory is one of the few things I have a hard time understanding. Yesterday, I was at work from 12-9. I was gone all day. And so this morning, I get up, and it's about 8:15 (i'm only up this early, because I had and employee meeting), and he's asks me how I am. I replied that I was a little tired and sore. He looked at me and scoffed in a way that said, "What reason do you have to be tired and sore, you only went to school", which by the way isn't all that easy in it's self. Then he asks if I was at school all day yesterday. Now keep in mind, that for the last 2 months I have been working Fri, Sat, and Sun. My schedule has not changed. Everyday of the weekend, I am gone all day, working. And yet, he can never seem to remember that. He doesn't even have to remember the times. He just needs to remember that I work on the weekends. So, I told him..."Nooo, I was at work yesterday, you know, like I have been for the last 2 months". And he's like, "Really? hmm." Now, I understand that as you get older your memory starts to fade, but he's only 46, personally I think it is ridiculous that he cannot remember that I work on the weekends. I go to school during the week (Mon-Thurs) and work Fri-Sun. It's not that difficult. I have HIS work schedule memorized. He doesn't even need to know the times, just the days, atleast. It just gets frustrating, when he gets all skeptical when I've been gone all day. Oh well, I'm moving soon anyway :).

Uselessness...

Have you ever felt like you just wasted the whole day. Just did absolutely nothing constructive. You found out some news that just made you feel like crap. And youlook at your life and think, "Why the hell am I even here...it's not like I'm doing much good." Maybe I need to go acomplish something. I think I will go write some papers. Yeah, homework....that might make me feel better.

For the birds...

Ok, so one of the saddest things happened yesterday. When I was on my way to work, driving along the country road, that I do every day, with my music up, and enjoying the bright sunny morning, I happened to notice a flock of birds on the side of the road. Now, I'm not sure what kind of birds they were. My friend and I have concluded that they were just "bird" birds. So, when I'm driving by them, all of the sudden, they decide to fly away. Not sure why, perhaps they didn't like the patch of grass they were sitting on. Or, maybe the sun was in their eyes. Either way, they decided to leave their roost, and fly directly in front of my truck. They flew around my truck, above my truck, and beside my truck. Unfortunately, one little bird flew astray and smacked right into my right side-view mirror. I think I was more disturbed by the loud "THUNK" that it made when it hit, or perhaps it was the fact that blood was splattered all on my window and on my door. Either way, it was not a great way to start my day. This whole event made me realize what a mistake it is to mix machinery with nature. I am one of those people who owns alot of pets and love animals, so for me to actually kill one is quite disturbing. I drove in shock all the way to my work. And as soon as it happened, I called my mom, crying, and saying, "Mom! I hit a bird!". She replied, rather insensitively for the bird, "Just find a place where you can wash off your truck before you get to work." I think my point in posting this is, in a way, a eulogy, to the poor bird, and to make myself feel a little bit better about the whole situation.

Mondays...

Mondays are strange days. You would think that Monday, being that it's the first work day of the week, it would be the day where everyone is the crankiest. But, no. I, being the only one who has to go to school this morning, am the only one who wakes up half-heartadly, dreading the 5 hours of straight classes that must be endured on a Monday. However, for the rest of my family, they are all bright and chipper, ready to do with the day whatever they wish. In a way, I think I feel like Garfield. I crawl out of my box, look at my calendar, and then, get bombarded by the unhappy fact of monday. Of course, with me, I usually don't get a pie thrown at my face . But, I'm sure, that by the time I reach 5 o'clock, at the end of my classes, I'm sure I will find a sense of relief in knowing that the hardest events of Monday are over. All that is left are the dishes to wash, left for me by my family's dinner.

School and what not...

School is an interesting thing. When you're old enough, your parents force you to spend all day with strange kids you've never met. However, Somehow, you make it through Kindergarten, and on to first grade. Things are not as strange, but now you don't get to just play with blocks. You have to learn...*gasp*....letters! Eventually you make it all the way to fifth grade! You're on top of the world. You're finally with the oldest kids in the school. All of the younger kiddies look up to you. Unfortunately, this great reign of power doesn't last all too long. You hit Junior High, and once again, you're down at the bottom of the totem pole. You go through that same cycle again. You hit eigth grade and you are the coolest kid around....until you reach highschool, and you are the lowest of low.....a freshmen. This is sich a monotoneous cycle. The same thing happens, until you hit college. Now, college is a little bit of a different situation. The other students might be in higher grades than you, but some of them have the same classes as you. I myself am in a geography class right now that has freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. It kinda puts you all at the same level. It's not so odd anymore, when an 18 year old is dating a 21 year old. 3 or 4 years, isn't that big of a deal. But, the school work itself is a whole lot harder, than it was in high school. The teachers can be alot more personal. It's just a whole lot different. With growing up, there are so many more responsibilities. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this. But, I think what I'm trying to get across is the fact of how much harder college is. It's not as carefree and party-full, as everyone thinks it is. The social part of college is awesome, I'll admit that, but the educational part of it, takes alot of dedication and concentration, something, that I will openly admit, that I do not have. I think I'm going to really appreciate the year of school that I'm going to take off when I move out to Denver.

Valentines Day...

Ok, so yesterday I came into work, and one of the guys that I work with came up to me and covered my eyes. He took me back to the break room and removed his hands, and there before me was a large bouquet of a dozen long stem red roses in a vase, organized with babies breath and ferns and all sorts of stuff. I got it from one of my co-workers named Josh. He knew that I had never gotten flowers from a guy before, and he said that he wanted to change that. I was tickled pink.

The day my tire went flat...

So, today, I was on my way to my PE class, and once parked in the parking lot, I heard a strange hissing coming from my back left tire. So, I went back to check what it was. I had a hole in my tire! My first thought was, "I have a hole in my tire!". Then, I realized....Les Schwab fixes tire. So, with much speed (going 35 in a 20 zone), I raced to the tire shop to have it fixed. I was greeted by a young man whom I had met socially at a friend's party. He agreed to fix my tire at no cost, only if I promised to come there when I get new tires. I was very much relieved. So, then, realizing that my car probably needed a tune up anyway, I went and had the oil changed and some other things done to it, I'm not sure what all they did. :)

My day at the beach...

Ok, so yesterday, I got this impulsive idea, that I wanted to go to the beach. Now, keeping in mind that I absolutely adore the beach. It's been a pretty stressful week, so I decided to go for it. So, I threw my book bag in my truck, filled up the gas tank and headed on my way. My goal was to make it to Lincoln City in about an 1 1/2-2 hours. Now, I'm really directionally challenged, so I made sure that I printed out a map of how to get there before I went. So, here I am driving along, happy as a clam, and about an hour or so into the driving, I come upon an Exit that I thought I was supposed to take. So, I turn on it, but as luck would have it, it was the wrong one! So, I went ahead and followed that road that I was on, until I could find a place to turn around on. As it turns out, I had turned my self around so much, that I had actually found a shortcut to Lincoln City, and got there 15 minutes earlier than expected. Well, the beach was wonderful. I found alot of interesting things, and almost got stung by a jellyfish :). I went to the little stores across the street and bought a new necklace and a keychain, and then went and got a plain bagel to feed the seagulls. As it were, there were people there with 3 loafs of bread to feed the seagulls. They shared their bread with me and taught me how to have the seagulls eat out of my hands. It was so much fun. I think I like the idea of being impulsive. It makes life so much more interesting. And it made me realize how much of the world that I haven't discovered. I can't wait until I move to Colorado!