events of the uneventful
alright, so i've been in lubbock just over a week now, and have accomplished what seems like a little, which actually is a lot, in a short time period, that has seemed much longer.
i'm on a crazy tight budget. i made tons of money last month, but already its spent. the weekend in houston with bernadette was wonderful, expensive, and very much worthwhile. since the trip here to lubbock, that pace has significantly died down. since i've arrived, i've been in "get shit done" mode, and though the days seem long and uneventful, i've been able to take care of the essentials.
1) i've got my first and last month's rent paid. i move in on saturday. the apartment is furnished, yet i have a car packed to the brim full of junk i gotta unload.
2) yesterday i found a job. all week i've been circling the classifieds, but had yet to actually go out and apply anywhere. so yesterday i'm at the workstudy office on campus and get the info for a few places. the first i call i'm asked to drop by. i arrive, i'm interviewed, and i'm hired. i start tomorrow doing artwork and learning to screenprint.
3)finally got my tech shit situated. yeah, i actually moved here and signed a lease, without actually knowing for sure whether i was accepted or not. after being told lots of different things online and from calling the campus, i finally went up there and talked to a live person face to face to get them to give me an answer. turns out i'm accepted, in fact, i didn't even have to re-apply (as a transfer, rather than a transient) or do half the shit i went through to get in. i just had to inform the right person that i wanted to continue my education there and all they had to do then was remove ONE stupid little HOLD on my account. thanks tech.
4) went by cingular the other day to get my cell switched to a local number. my info was taken, my phone was taken, and i was promised the process would take about 15-20 minutes. thirty minutes later (i'm bored, and it feels much longer) the guy returns with my phone and asks, "oh, i forgot to ask you what plan you wanted." i'm confused. i'm already on a plan, the nation-wide family share plan that my dad and bro are also on. but no, lubbock is a separate market, and therefore to switch my area code to 806, i must sign a new contract for a new plan in the lubbock area...only an extra thirty bucks a month. ha. so i tell the guy i can't do that and ask for my phone back. he runs in the back to get my phone switched back to my old number, and after another thirty minutes later, i'm outta there, missing over an hour of my life i'll never get back.
monday night i decided to get the hell out of this mode and do something fun. finger of god (ex-agents of virtucon) were playin and so i figured i could run into some good lubbock people while there. they were great, saw lots of people again, gave mandy her birthday gift, and even said hello to a few people (vicky's friends) who i'm sure hate me. but oh well.
today i got lost. i promised to burn some cd's, and so when i got around to doing it this morning, i realized that i didn't pack my blank discs. this meant i had to sacrifice ten bucks or so of my tight budget to grab some from best buy. so i head on over there, fly down the loop, and then get all crazy-confused-disoriented with the construction and detours that occur just before you get there. then i see my gas light come on. i pass up the best buy (i couldn't figure out how to get to it), get on some wrong road, i'm searching for signs with familiar street names, and then like running into a brick wall, i see to ahead of me to my right a cop on a bike, lowering a radar gun and turning on his lights. my heart stops, and my car stops. i know her tagged me, and i just pull up behind him. of course i get a fucking ticket. 53 in a construction zone 40.
so here is today's something i should've discovered sooner:
i am a better driver drunk. i've thought about it, and i can just about prove it too. so far, of the three times i've been pulled over and the two accidents i've been in, i was sober. driving drunk, on the other hand, i hold a perfect record. when i'm intoxicated and driving, i'm putting all the focus my body holds solely on the road. i know i'm impaired, so i know i gotta concentrate the best i can on the one thing i'm doing. it works kids, so remember, "before you take that wheel, down shots till your throat don't feel!"
i'm on a crazy tight budget. i made tons of money last month, but already its spent. the weekend in houston with bernadette was wonderful, expensive, and very much worthwhile. since the trip here to lubbock, that pace has significantly died down. since i've arrived, i've been in "get shit done" mode, and though the days seem long and uneventful, i've been able to take care of the essentials.
1) i've got my first and last month's rent paid. i move in on saturday. the apartment is furnished, yet i have a car packed to the brim full of junk i gotta unload.
2) yesterday i found a job. all week i've been circling the classifieds, but had yet to actually go out and apply anywhere. so yesterday i'm at the workstudy office on campus and get the info for a few places. the first i call i'm asked to drop by. i arrive, i'm interviewed, and i'm hired. i start tomorrow doing artwork and learning to screenprint.
3)finally got my tech shit situated. yeah, i actually moved here and signed a lease, without actually knowing for sure whether i was accepted or not. after being told lots of different things online and from calling the campus, i finally went up there and talked to a live person face to face to get them to give me an answer. turns out i'm accepted, in fact, i didn't even have to re-apply (as a transfer, rather than a transient) or do half the shit i went through to get in. i just had to inform the right person that i wanted to continue my education there and all they had to do then was remove ONE stupid little HOLD on my account. thanks tech.
4) went by cingular the other day to get my cell switched to a local number. my info was taken, my phone was taken, and i was promised the process would take about 15-20 minutes. thirty minutes later (i'm bored, and it feels much longer) the guy returns with my phone and asks, "oh, i forgot to ask you what plan you wanted." i'm confused. i'm already on a plan, the nation-wide family share plan that my dad and bro are also on. but no, lubbock is a separate market, and therefore to switch my area code to 806, i must sign a new contract for a new plan in the lubbock area...only an extra thirty bucks a month. ha. so i tell the guy i can't do that and ask for my phone back. he runs in the back to get my phone switched back to my old number, and after another thirty minutes later, i'm outta there, missing over an hour of my life i'll never get back.
monday night i decided to get the hell out of this mode and do something fun. finger of god (ex-agents of virtucon) were playin and so i figured i could run into some good lubbock people while there. they were great, saw lots of people again, gave mandy her birthday gift, and even said hello to a few people (vicky's friends) who i'm sure hate me. but oh well.
today i got lost. i promised to burn some cd's, and so when i got around to doing it this morning, i realized that i didn't pack my blank discs. this meant i had to sacrifice ten bucks or so of my tight budget to grab some from best buy. so i head on over there, fly down the loop, and then get all crazy-confused-disoriented with the construction and detours that occur just before you get there. then i see my gas light come on. i pass up the best buy (i couldn't figure out how to get to it), get on some wrong road, i'm searching for signs with familiar street names, and then like running into a brick wall, i see to ahead of me to my right a cop on a bike, lowering a radar gun and turning on his lights. my heart stops, and my car stops. i know her tagged me, and i just pull up behind him. of course i get a fucking ticket. 53 in a construction zone 40.
so here is today's something i should've discovered sooner:
i am a better driver drunk. i've thought about it, and i can just about prove it too. so far, of the three times i've been pulled over and the two accidents i've been in, i was sober. driving drunk, on the other hand, i hold a perfect record. when i'm intoxicated and driving, i'm putting all the focus my body holds solely on the road. i know i'm impaired, so i know i gotta concentrate the best i can on the one thing i'm doing. it works kids, so remember, "before you take that wheel, down shots till your throat don't feel!"