Resolutions and Recommendations
You know you’re complaining too much about having to write in your journal when your parents tell you that it’s “getting old.” Actually, that’s a pretty fair comment - I’ve spent my allotted space on whining about having to do this and now it’s time to stop. So, I promise that I won’t bring up the fact that I can’t think of anything to say most of the time. Uh, starting now.
Little addendum to my recommended music downloads yesterday: you should keep in mind that the songs I posted where of the Irish folk rock variety. I certainly think it’s good stuff, but your mileage may vary. Just a heads up so that I don’t get a bunch of IM’s from people (presumably Butler) with questions like “What the hell is this?” Thanks to my dad I’ve been listening to the underappreciated genre of Irish folk rock for damn near all of my nineteen years on this earth, so I’ve developed quite a taste for it in that time. I inherited that and being a Jimmy Buffett fan, although society at large seems to accept and understand Parrotheads.
I finally got a ride home for fall break today with Dave Palmowski. It’s strange that I’m labeling such a victory with the word “finally,” since my trip home is still a little less than two weeks away, but I’ve contacted an ungodly number of people in the last few days looking for a ride and come up empty-handed. I was facing the possibility of having to either take the bus home (shudder) or walk home. And I have to tell you, that would have been a hard decision to make, given just how much I hate taking the bus home. First of all, the damn thing takes almost twice as long to complete the trip as a regular car would - hell, you might be able to make better time on a tricycle. More than that, it’s also far more expensive than you might think; last time I checked (which admittedly wasn’t very recently) it was something like forty to fifty dollars for a round trip. Hey, forty to fifty pesos might be a fair price for a journey on that monstrosity, but for that kind of coin, I think everyone should be traveling first class.
And I am still working on my next creative writing piece for these journal entries. My regular readers - both of them - have voiced that opinion that these endeavors are far better than the endless rants about my life. Frankly, I can’t disagree.
I’m out.
Little addendum to my recommended music downloads yesterday: you should keep in mind that the songs I posted where of the Irish folk rock variety. I certainly think it’s good stuff, but your mileage may vary. Just a heads up so that I don’t get a bunch of IM’s from people (presumably Butler) with questions like “What the hell is this?” Thanks to my dad I’ve been listening to the underappreciated genre of Irish folk rock for damn near all of my nineteen years on this earth, so I’ve developed quite a taste for it in that time. I inherited that and being a Jimmy Buffett fan, although society at large seems to accept and understand Parrotheads.
I finally got a ride home for fall break today with Dave Palmowski. It’s strange that I’m labeling such a victory with the word “finally,” since my trip home is still a little less than two weeks away, but I’ve contacted an ungodly number of people in the last few days looking for a ride and come up empty-handed. I was facing the possibility of having to either take the bus home (shudder) or walk home. And I have to tell you, that would have been a hard decision to make, given just how much I hate taking the bus home. First of all, the damn thing takes almost twice as long to complete the trip as a regular car would - hell, you might be able to make better time on a tricycle. More than that, it’s also far more expensive than you might think; last time I checked (which admittedly wasn’t very recently) it was something like forty to fifty dollars for a round trip. Hey, forty to fifty pesos might be a fair price for a journey on that monstrosity, but for that kind of coin, I think everyone should be traveling first class.
And I am still working on my next creative writing piece for these journal entries. My regular readers - both of them - have voiced that opinion that these endeavors are far better than the endless rants about my life. Frankly, I can’t disagree.
I’m out.