So today I got ambushed outside Londonderry Mall by a recently released ex-convict. Yeah it was that bad. He asked me for a cigarette and then proceeded to tell me his life story, without taking a single gulp of air, it was amazing. In the five minutes it took for me to finish my smoke (before heading in to do some studying at the library) "Steve" told me how he got out of the clink after serving three years for armed robbery. He has a completely new outlook on life now, he's a reformed man. His father could lift a car engine off the ground and he's sixty-seven years old and looks like a wizard, with big nose hairs poking out. His grandfather is much hated in his family, since he has amassed millions of dollars of wealth but refuses to share/spend it. Steve's brother is working for the United Nations and is currently in Ireland, where he makes a sweet 40 grand for two months of work (overpaid bastard). Steve also taught me about how it pays to be kind to people and how its "not a technology world.. its like, God, everyone is God, and they affect everyone else. I take something from you, then I get something taken from me, or some other guy gets something taken. I talked with a professional about this, and he says that the world is a single entity, and you need to approach life with a sensitive mindset and really understand how it all fits together"
That was five minutes, well maybe six. I managed to squeak in a couple of things while he was rambling:
"What did you get sent away for?"
"You gotta do what you gotta do right?"
"Yeah man, and its not getting any better"
"PH D? In what?"
"..four..FOURTY GRAND?"
"Like Gandalf? Heh"
"I uh.. gotta go do some studying, I'm in school, a student, uh take care man"
Gotta love those ex-cons.
So I'm in school now, insulating school to be exact and I soooo dislike it. Part of the problem is that I'm still dealing with being poisoned (either accidentally by the consumption of poorly cooked meat, or with malicious, covert intent) on Sunday so I have like no appetite, I'm constantly tired (go to sleep at 7pm, wake up at 6am, still tired all day), getting headaches, I just finished crapping my bowels out a few days ago, so I no longer require the services of the nearest porcelain chamber and I've also been feeling nauseous. A winning combination! To get an idea of what my meal for the day consists of, I've been living off a banana, a chocolate bar, one slice of pizza and half a sandwich, for the DAY. Thats fucked up. So rather than be a sissy and go to the medicenter, I'm going to sit on it one more day and see what happens. Hopefully I'll pass out in class and they'll take me away in an ambulance, because I heard how this exact same thing happened to another student and they gave him pass marks despite his not being in class for most of the course. Lucky bastard.
S'anyhoo, another exciting day awaits, we get a test in blueprint reading! yay! I already got the acronym down pat, its OH, C DEBS. Which stands for: Object lines, Hidden lines, Center lines, Dimension lines, Extension lines, and uh oh.. what was B... shit I forgot B, and Section lines. They may take away my body, but they'll never take my minnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd! *drops dirty rag to floor a'la Braveheart-style*
I hate school. Insulating sucks.
