Because 789!
Dear Joey's:
On Friday afternoon I purchased one of your Half Moon cookies. I was promised "Luv In Every Bite". However, by the time I had finished the cookie I realized this was not so. In fact I can recall two, even three, bites distinctly lacking Luv. This is false advertising and I want my money back.
Sincerely,
Ryan.
No, actually it was a good cookie.
Anyways, yesterday was Day 4, ending my first full week, and it didn't start too great. I went to find a bathroom in the train station (which really would have made me a little late anyway) except the old man who was online for food cut me off and made it seem like I was disrespectful to him. You were holding money in your hand getting food! You can not be in the forefront of both the food and the bathroom lines. This is an unwritten law.
Anyways, after having to wait until I got into Penn to find one, I was late for work. Luckily Donna was okay with this, and just happy I called.
Well, Christine happened to be on the same subway and so we walked to work talking - mostly small talk, some meaningful. It's not easy to want to make conversation with anyone at 9 am. Especially when you've been up since 5:45 and hadn't eaten. But apparently she was surprised that I like rock because "I'm too sweet." Aww.
So I had some work to do, not much at first, mostly running to the copier. And then the doctor who had me make copies for the IRB realized she forgot to sign and thus none of the copies were signed. SO, instead of just taking 5 minutes to sign the copies (the SMART thing to do) she signed one, had me copy it, rip out the unsigned pages in all of the freaking copies and replace them. Dammit. Oh well, at least it gave me something to do. In the downtime I finally started reading the Psych GRE book, and it's actually pretty interesting some of the social theories. Also, it gives terms to a certain friend's changing her views to match her boyfriend, and to my reasoning for refusing even more to read Harry Potter. When I saw that I was like "Yes! I'm NOT just making stuff up, it's an actual theory!" Jose, Christine, and I joked around for a bit and Jose complimented my "ability to think quickly on my feet." (Yeah improv!!)
Got my daily pretzel (a bit stale but still good) and a mint chip milkshake from Baskin Robbins and I WASNT sick this time. Guess the Broadway doesn't have a reason to be jealous for another two weeks. On the train, a familiar-looking girl was sorta watching me eat, I think she was a little grossed out. Or maybe not. I don't know. *shrug*
Bringing headphones makes commutes a lot easier. :)
So nothing really exciting happened last night after I got back. Got to bed by 11:30, woke up today round 10-ish. Ah, a good feeling.
When I become senator, I'm going to propose a law that says "Anyone who uses the term 'gay' or any of its synonyms in a derogatory manner will hereby be sentenced to a kick in the face with a steel-toed boot." And if it doesn't pass, then I will have a steel-toed boot handy.
This song is great to sing along too. Real therapeutic when you need it.
I love Something*Positive... Keeping in mind this is a long time ago, and there is no residue anger (I'm really good friends with the girl), but whenever ya see something that covers some place you've been, it's sort of a reminder of things to watch out for in the future. That and it shows the problem with a general situation I had ranted on earlier.
On Friday afternoon I purchased one of your Half Moon cookies. I was promised "Luv In Every Bite". However, by the time I had finished the cookie I realized this was not so. In fact I can recall two, even three, bites distinctly lacking Luv. This is false advertising and I want my money back.
Sincerely,
Ryan.
No, actually it was a good cookie.
Anyways, yesterday was Day 4, ending my first full week, and it didn't start too great. I went to find a bathroom in the train station (which really would have made me a little late anyway) except the old man who was online for food cut me off and made it seem like I was disrespectful to him. You were holding money in your hand getting food! You can not be in the forefront of both the food and the bathroom lines. This is an unwritten law.
Anyways, after having to wait until I got into Penn to find one, I was late for work. Luckily Donna was okay with this, and just happy I called.
Well, Christine happened to be on the same subway and so we walked to work talking - mostly small talk, some meaningful. It's not easy to want to make conversation with anyone at 9 am. Especially when you've been up since 5:45 and hadn't eaten. But apparently she was surprised that I like rock because "I'm too sweet." Aww.
So I had some work to do, not much at first, mostly running to the copier. And then the doctor who had me make copies for the IRB realized she forgot to sign and thus none of the copies were signed. SO, instead of just taking 5 minutes to sign the copies (the SMART thing to do) she signed one, had me copy it, rip out the unsigned pages in all of the freaking copies and replace them. Dammit. Oh well, at least it gave me something to do. In the downtime I finally started reading the Psych GRE book, and it's actually pretty interesting some of the social theories. Also, it gives terms to a certain friend's changing her views to match her boyfriend, and to my reasoning for refusing even more to read Harry Potter. When I saw that I was like "Yes! I'm NOT just making stuff up, it's an actual theory!" Jose, Christine, and I joked around for a bit and Jose complimented my "ability to think quickly on my feet." (Yeah improv!!)
Got my daily pretzel (a bit stale but still good) and a mint chip milkshake from Baskin Robbins and I WASNT sick this time. Guess the Broadway doesn't have a reason to be jealous for another two weeks. On the train, a familiar-looking girl was sorta watching me eat, I think she was a little grossed out. Or maybe not. I don't know. *shrug*
Bringing headphones makes commutes a lot easier. :)
So nothing really exciting happened last night after I got back. Got to bed by 11:30, woke up today round 10-ish. Ah, a good feeling.
When I become senator, I'm going to propose a law that says "Anyone who uses the term 'gay' or any of its synonyms in a derogatory manner will hereby be sentenced to a kick in the face with a steel-toed boot." And if it doesn't pass, then I will have a steel-toed boot handy.
This song is great to sing along too. Real therapeutic when you need it.
I love Something*Positive... Keeping in mind this is a long time ago, and there is no residue anger (I'm really good friends with the girl), but whenever ya see something that covers some place you've been, it's sort of a reminder of things to watch out for in the future. That and it shows the problem with a general situation I had ranted on earlier.