Going to jail
At what point, do you make a decision to say "Eff you school. I'm not going." because conditions are not condusive to driving down to school?
At what point does the administration say "Hey, wait a second, it's freaking treacherous out there because of the weather, maybe we should cancel school because we have a very very large commuting population of our students?"
Does the WSU administration camp out in their cozy little offices before days like this so they can arise and say "Well I made it in, the students can too?"
I write these questions because of the fact of the whiteout/blizzard like conditions due to the winter storm which just happens to be pummeling our area. I noticed that both Friends and Newman had classes cancelled. Schools which don't have the commuting based that WSU has. I noticed that all of the schools in Wichita aren't having school. Yet, WSU is. Now I live 35 miles from campus. That's not a jaunt to the grocery store, that's 30 minutes of driving time in normal weather. It's not a couple of blocks that I can creep, leaving 10 minutes early, no, it's 184, 800 feet that sounds like it's going to take a couple of hours.
Did they not listen to the traffice report this morning? When the KFDI guys are out saying that there are 4 accidents on one exit ramp (the one I happen to use) and that semis are having problems getting up inclines, did they not think "Hmm...it seems to be dangerous, maybe we shouldn't have classes today?
I am a dedicated student, but at the same time, I do value my life over two classes this afternoon. Right now, I'd like to hit WSU admins with a snowball covered rock.
The Insanity of my mother
She has lost her mind. Really.
I think it goes back to Christmas. This was the first year she told me, "I don't need a list from you." That statement alone scared the hell out of me. I should have known better than to let her go without a list. Of course this is the same woman who told me "Your list sucks," for the last several years.
Why does my list suck? Because I happen to put "Cowboys stuff and Husker stuff" on said list every year. Too bad, it's what I like. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to put on this list that is going to make it unsuck. When she told me she didn't need a list, I actually cringed.
I know I shouldn't complain, but hey, it's my blog, I can do what I want. Mom told me during Christmas that she had another present for me and it was coming. Of course, she wouldn't tell me what it was. Finally a couple of days afterwards, she told me she was going to order me a Cowboys watch. I just said "oh." Her head snapped around at me and she said in a very offended voice "you don't like it?" otherwise decoded as "how dare you not like this gift i picked out for you!!"
"Actually mom, I don't," I replied. "I don't need another watch. That would be the third cowboys watch I have and the 6th watch I have floating around."
"WHAT? WHY DON'T YOU WEAR THEM?"
"I don't need to. I don't need a watch most of the time." She huffed about this for a while..then asked me what I would like in place of the watch. I ended up with an SD card for my cam and a card reader.
Enter the frost scraper.
I received a frost scraper for christmas that plugs into the car lighter. Yesterday morning, I was asked how it works, to which I chuckled. She was surprised by my chuckle, until I told her, I wasn't planning on using it because you plug it into the car lighter. Then stand outside with the door open and scrape? I don't think so. She did the super dramatic eye roll and well, I became the ungrateful son once again because I didn't hop up and down thanks to the gifts. Why? Maybe it's because I have four fucking scrapers now. FOUR!
As eVa said, if my mom took all the crap I don't need and compiled it, I could get a really nice gift. GAH! I'm selling my mother on ebay.
The Attack of the Monster
For those of you who don't know, there is a monster living under my bed. He's lived there most of my life, mainly minding his own business, going about his life. We've learned to co-exist, me with my life, his life being the realm under my bed. Most of the time life is good and our paths never cross. However, there are times when something happens, whether it's boredom, frustration, hunger, something triggers the little guy and he becomes a whirling mass of spikes claws and fangs. The only way he can placate himself is to attack me.
The attacks for the most part take place on a calf muscle. I usually scramble out of bed in a fit of pain, kicking and trying to get the attack to stop. Once I rise to my full height, he usually quits gnawing on my leg. Now there have been a few times when the attack was so severe, more damage than what the monster wished for was inflicted. Once, I fell into my closet, the second, I was tangled up in my blankets, tried to extract myself while he had his fangs sunk into my calf, and failed miserably as I tried to give myself a severe concussion or minor brain damage when my head crashed into the dresser with such force it echoed. Granted I lay there, surprised by my lack of blood, all the while still under the attack. That was a bad night.
This morning, he attacked again. Fortunately, he decided to leave my calves alone. My quad however was a different matter. That little bastard attacked 4 times this morning, with increasing severity each time. I seem to have a bit of a limp since I can feel the after effects of his attacks. Why he keys on me is anyone's guess. Nothing like trying to cry out with raspy voice as you're having your quad eaten by a monster.
Just another wonderful start to a Monday!
Hell hath no fury
like a cold scorned.
I spoke too soon. That's all there is too it and now I'm losing. Badly. The general of this cold, pulled his forces back, giving me a false sense of security. They laid in wait, perfectly timing everything before striking forth with a furious vengence.
I've been reduced to an achy, quivering, snotty, whimpering mass of humanity. I've got a bit of a cough, but I'm fighting it with stuff...the Nyquil didn't help me sleep..that or i had a touch of a fever.
This isn't good.
The adventures of Knee boy
I'm sure everyone has done it once or twice. It's a common problem sweeping across offices, homes, dens, anwhere desks are involved.
I'ts the practice of crashing a knee into a desk. Yeah, it hurts. Sometimes worse than others. This epidemic has no cure. None. It always happens and always will.
Personally, last night's episode was in fact the most painful to date. Because I was balancing on my chair while trying to raise my leg in a very quick and fast motion so I could rub my foot, I tried to put my knee through the edge of my desk.
OH MY GOD! That hurt. I saw stars while actually tearing up for just a second. I caught the side of the kneecap flush against the the desk edge. I couldn't even swear. From that point, a wave of naseua washed over me and I had to lay down for a short while. I can slide and tear open a nine inch long by three inch wide abrasion that looks like I cheese gratered myself and be fine. But that collision was a different kind of pain. Not fun at all.
I instantly had a lemon drop sized knot on my knee. Surprisingly, not a whole lot of blood. The contusion is painful to the touch.
I post this as a warning to people out there. This epidemic is sweeping across the nation and there is no stopping it.
Coming to a head
Gasket that is.
So my exploder has an appointment with the truck doctor and it's going under the knife. My mechanics will be replacing the head gasket as I've decided to have this little nagging problem fixed. Fortunately, they said they'd be able to do it. The reason I've also decided to keep it around is that I figured my little sister will need something to drive to and from school once I'm done with my classes. She'd be happy and content to have something to play with.
In otherworlds, life is grand. School doesn't start back up for a couple of weeks but basketball broadcasting over the 'Net starts again on Saturday.
Oh, I did kick my cold's ass. Megadose of OJ and nyquil, some rest and I was golden again.
And Mother nature still hates me. It was upper 50s the past few days and now there's a chance of snow tomorrow or something. She's a spiteful wench who enjoys making my life hell.
I hate colds.
I do.
If I'm not paying attention, they can sneak up on me and run me over. Usually the signs are a scratchy throat in the mornings, along with sinus pressure. This time, I caught the signs and did my normal routine of megadose of OJ, followed by a nondrowsy decongetstant, then a drowsy one plus Nyquil at night. Yeah, I had a nice deep coma, I mean sleep.
However, as I type this, I'm feeling tired again and I'm thinking a little more rest won't hurt. I think a quick snooze would get me primed and ready for basketball tonight
Happy 2008!
Ah yes, 2008 is upon us.
I think it could be a good year. Of course it's supposed to be 63 on Sunday so we're already off to a crappy start. However, the law of averages states that we'll have to be cold to balance it out.
I've still got a month of hunting, then it can be 70. Bring it on!
I'm ready for school, I think, even though it doesn't start for a while.
Christmas was incredible. We laughed so hard. Wiis can be dangerous esp, with parents trying to play tennis. My uncle cracked his daughter on her elbow during some serious Wii action and he fell on the couch laughing so hard.
I'll post more later.
