Apexing

Lately I have been feeling very responsible. I have been working 5 days a week, intermittently going to school, and staying up on my studies. At least I thought I was doing well...

I'm taking this math class online. I didn't know it was on-line when I signed up, and kind of regret it now. I've never been good with math so it really helps to have a human there to keep going over problems and showing handy shortcuts to me. This online math program is good, but it makes everything much more complicated than it really should be. This doesn't help me muster up a pat on the back for math.

You see, there was an "add/drop period" when the program worked just fine and no hassle was issued. The other day, I logged on to do some work and the program said I needed to input a serial number to keep using the software, since the "add/drop" period had concluded. My instructor sent out an email warning us of this atrocity and that we'd have to buy a $100 code from the campus bookstore! (except if we were in math 21 or 22). I sometimes have trouble keeping which number of math I'm in straight. I am no good with math. So I thought I was in the safe math that was tariff-free. WRONG!

Now I am close to 2 weeks behind in my math class because of this code bologna, AND have to pay $100 dollar for something I despise. It's like paying someone $100 dollars to punch out all my teeth.

With me keeping up on all my other school work and working my butt of throughout the week at work, I thought I was doing quite well. I was almost at the top of the mountain, but that guy I have to pay $100 dollars to punch my teeth out was waiting for me, and knocked me straight back down.

I'm slowly picking up my teeth and trying to recuperate. I have 2 little nuggets of wisdom for you:

1. Don't take math online if you suck at it in the first place.
2. If you do, watch out for that suckerpunch.

In The Least of Places

I know it's been a few weeks since I've last written anything here. I also know that few people look at this, so I don't feel so bad about slacking.

But I do have a funny thing to tell you about....

Last weekend, I was driving home from the Bay Area where I surprised my brother for his last weekend in California (and also surprised my girlfriend). About 10 miles from San Luis, the traffic drastically slowed down. There was a huge fire so the freeway had to chill out. A lot of the time I spent stopped, so I got to explore with my eyes more than usual.

There was this tour bus on my left and lots of guys taking leaks on the right. At one point, we were all stopped and I looked down at one of the back wheels of the bus and saw a white mouse climb out from the tire rim. A MOUSE.

That's weird.

Shadowboxing

I am convinced I have a doppleganger walking around San Luis, meeting important people, and ruining my first impression (although, of that last point I am not certain).

Let me back up:

Last week, I was at eating a burito outside this Mexican restaurant with my boss and co-worker and this guy (who knew my boss) came and sat down next to us. My comrades introduced me to this man, while his reply was something like, "Oh, yeah! I know you. We've met before."

Wrong. I had never seen that man previous to our brief encounter and quite possibly won't ever see him again.

That was the first time.

Today, Andrew (my co-worker) and I started work at a new house and we went up to the door to meet with the owner, you know, just to let him know what we were doing and to make sure everything was cool. We knocked on the door and the man who open the door was dressed as any successful business mogul should. Andrew introduced himself and as I was starting to introduce myself and offer my handskake, the man says, "Oh, I've met you before. Downtown."

Nope. Never seen this guy...EVER! This guy is the president of a bank in San Luis. Why would I have met him? How would I have met him?

Anyways, this brings me to the conclusion that I have a doppleganger walking around this town. I don't know what kind of impression he gives off, but it better be freakin cool.

Snow or Ash

Today at work, I got absolutely covered in fine primer dust. A word of caution: if you ever sand primer, don't try to clean yourself off until you are totally done. Make sure you have soap too.

I tried to wash some of the white dusting from my skin without soap, and the dust turned to a paper mache-like substance. If you've ever seen the movie, Powder, imagine that guy, but with a beard.

Half Full

I haven't been homesick once yet. Mabye it's because I've been ready to leave Mount Shasta for a long time or maybe I was just tired of living at home for my whole life. But being gone from my hometown has made me desprately miss something.

Habit.

I miss knowing people. I miss always having things to do with friends, even if it's just not really doing anything. I'm not acustomed to being just another face.

I guess that's my complaint about moving. It's expected and everyone deals with it, but it's a big change. I'm waiting for this phase to pass, so while I'm waiting (and trying), I'll keep writing.

Shortening

Last night the lights in our house went out. Everything else electrical works except for the lights, so at this hour, my house is pitch black and my roommates are asleep. I'm really tired too, but promised I'd write something every day no matter what was going on.

MY DAY:
Pizza
"They Live"
Jamba Juice (getting shortchanged)
Played music finally
Went to an amazing church (Calvary Shoreline)
Wished I was closer to Autie


I'll make up for this lack of information tomorrow. I work at 9am, I have a long day ahead of me.

The First Day

My cousin, Dan, suggested that I should write every day. I agree. Although, I fear sometimes there won't be too much worth writing, let alone posting on the internet for anyone to see. So here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to give this a shot, I'm going to write SOMETHING every day, and I'm going to try to be as freakishly honest as possible.

Here goes nothing....