Don't ever ever ever. EVER. eat poison ivy.
Left Beck's place this morning at 4:30 to get to class at 8. (class was useless, I don't know why I went) so I'm kinda not really awake... But I've decided over the course of the weekend that New Jersey (at least where Beck lives) doesn't smell significantly different than anywhere else, and while it's rather densely populated, it's not unpleasant, or "the armpit of the universe". There's even a single small, perhaps artificial park that contains ALL of the wildlife that should normally inhabit a much larger area (birds, inclusive of vicious geese, fish, water snakes, small children with mothers who are deathly afraid of the water snakes, turtles, "swamp", mountain bikers making the most of the "swamp" and being politically, and least linguistically speaking, stuck in the mud, deer, baby deer... ice cream trucks...) keep in mind that this is a fairly small park. It's really kind of comical. Quaint, if you will.
The cars, though multitudinous, were painfully devoid of political bumper stickers, so... yeah. I dunno. I can tell you that I was unreasonably thrilled to see an HRC sticker, and hear the name "Michael Moore" walking down the street in town.
I've arrived at the conclusion that I enjoy driving a stick-shift (FINALLY. it only took all summer) I guess two and a half hours of sitting in stop and go traffic surrounded by New York license plates somewhere along 95 south is enough to make anything enjoyable. I was so bored I almost opened my window and yelled "Yankees SUCK!" at the top of my lungs, just to see what would happen. But I didn't. Mostly because I don't actually know anything about baseball, nor do I care. That and New Yorkers scare me a little. Just where it concerns driving and the yankees. So I twiddled my masshole thumbs in quiet boredom.
Weekends should be longer than two days. even when they're accidentally extended by a (half?) night due to strange migraine stuff. I mean, really. Today didn't need to be monday did it? regardless. Next time, I leave earlier so that the 2.5 hours of traffic either doesn't require me to be driving when I'd rather be eating dinner (or whatever meal that was supposed to be), or I miss the traffic entirely. either way.
But yeah. Good weekend. Way good weekend. New Jersey's not so bad (it needs to downplay it's poisonous vines though, in a big way), and the company was most excellent.
The cars, though multitudinous, were painfully devoid of political bumper stickers, so... yeah. I dunno. I can tell you that I was unreasonably thrilled to see an HRC sticker, and hear the name "Michael Moore" walking down the street in town.
I've arrived at the conclusion that I enjoy driving a stick-shift (FINALLY. it only took all summer) I guess two and a half hours of sitting in stop and go traffic surrounded by New York license plates somewhere along 95 south is enough to make anything enjoyable. I was so bored I almost opened my window and yelled "Yankees SUCK!" at the top of my lungs, just to see what would happen. But I didn't. Mostly because I don't actually know anything about baseball, nor do I care. That and New Yorkers scare me a little. Just where it concerns driving and the yankees. So I twiddled my masshole thumbs in quiet boredom.
Weekends should be longer than two days. even when they're accidentally extended by a (half?) night due to strange migraine stuff. I mean, really. Today didn't need to be monday did it? regardless. Next time, I leave earlier so that the 2.5 hours of traffic either doesn't require me to be driving when I'd rather be eating dinner (or whatever meal that was supposed to be), or I miss the traffic entirely. either way.
But yeah. Good weekend. Way good weekend. New Jersey's not so bad (it needs to downplay it's poisonous vines though, in a big way), and the company was most excellent.