I Keep Getting Older And They Stay The Same Age!
Twenty Three. That's how old I'll be tomorrow. I'm still in the prime of my youth. I figure it's like an athlete, you only start worrying when you hit 30. And even if I was 30, I wouldn't worry about a deteroration in looks until I hit 35. That's when athletes are always being questioned if they're getting too old and to hang it up. Interestingly, however, I am 4 years removed from my senior year of high school. There's a part of me that still relates to high school, but truthfully, I'm a pretty different guy now than I was in 2003 working in the cafeteria and pushing curly fries and filling up nachos for cash for the better part of brunch and lunch. I know tomorrow I'm working from open until 2 and then I'll try to sell some real estate with Derek. Then it's off to dinner with La Familia to a fine veggie eatery in Oakland (I forget the name of the place) . They primarily deal in Asian cuisine, but it's better than the veggie place that does American style food. I got the shrimp gumbo at the American place last time, but it wasn't anything to write home about. Saturday Chasady will come out and help me with my shopping at Sun Valley as I show her Concord for the first time. (She's from Tracy in case I never mentioned). Then it's off to SF for a little bit of the ol' strip club extravaganza! It should be fun.
Currently your humble narrator is at DVC with an hour and 45 minutes to kill. My ration when I picked my classes was that I would set up a healthy enough cushion betwen classes to eat. Because the line to the microwave can be pretty damn long on some days, and in past semesters I would have to scarf down my hot food which resulted in burnt tongues, and minor digestive uncomfortabilities. But today, I realize that almost 2 hours is a really long fucking time. And it was the first day of school, which means I've been walking beetwen the DVC bookstore and the used book store across the street scouring to find the best deals available. I hope to God not, but it appears as if the books for this art history class I signed up for (which I'll be at in 25 minutes) is over a hundred dollars and is thick as fuck. I don't look forward to lugging that bitch around. Now, there's several good things about a new semester (or a new school year back in the day) new classes, new teachers, new classmates...which can be segued to my main point: New Hot Chicks. Boy the hope and possibility of a new honey in a class to court and ponder over. But you know, there's a couple of rules that you need to know. First day doesn't mean shit. But it kind of does because if they notice you that's good, and first impressions always count. But sometimes it's not a first impression sometimes because you probably won't talk to them, and there's also a chance they may not notice you/ get a good look at you. There's also a very likely chance that said hot chick may drop said class in a few days. Therefore the exhibition games end and the actual games that count begin on Day 3 of class. (Sometimes day two, but definitely it's on come day three). So that's a few thoughts on the first day of school. Or work. Or anything that you'll be doing for at least a month in which there will be hot chicks or the possibility of hot chicks being around. It always gives me something to look forward to.