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Sorry, Lewis Black, but the end of the universe isn't in Houston, TX...it's New York, NY.
I say this because the baseball world was in for a shock: Pedro Martinez will become a pitcher for the New York Mets...the METS?! THE METS, OF ALL TEAMS?!?! New York's perennial baseball zero?! Well...apparently the Mets made Pedro an offer he couldn't refuse, something the Red Sox weren't preparing to top (given the total sum of money involved). While I'll always see him as a Red Sox pitcher, the first flames were portrayed in today's Boston Globe, with writers already screaming foul, calling him a traitor, greedy, a money pitcher, a turncoat, etc. I found it amusing, actually. So, he moves to the Mets. Good luck, I say to him. Hopefully, he can help them just as he did Boston.
In other news, something very rare happened this morning. I told my conscience to fuck off. I had gone to bed around 3:30 AM after chatting with Sarah and Tommy, but...Kaz had decided to cook some ramen in his rice cooker then, so the smell of food kept me awake for another hour. When my alarm went off at 9, I knew I wasn't going to make it through the first class. Also deterring me was the fact that I didn't have the book we were reading, and I didn't want to sit there for 75 minutes twiddling my thumbs. So I slept for another hour and a half, then went to my Winds Aloft class and took the exam. After that, had some eats, and completed my Modern World essays before heading to work.
Work passed rather uneventfully, although a couple of noteworthy things occurred. For one, I'm now the only one still wearing the old McD uniform. Everyone has upgraded to the new uniforms. Go me. Two: late in the evening, around 11 or so, as we were cleaning up, I had noticed a couple things...Jaymie and Rob were down in the break room, snogging. Colleen and Walt were being cuddly and kissy during the night, and Jayde had chatted with her lover. For a few minutes, I had felt sad, and a bit left out--I mean, here was everyone with their others, and I had...a mop. And of course, there was some sappy, mushy love song playing. It had brought back the upcoming consequence of my leaving MCLA. I mean, as I see it now, there are only just a few negative consequences of going back home, but the hardest one that I'll have to bear with is the fact that April will be 300 miles away again. It's the only thing I'm dreading, really. After we spent this whole semester becoming closer, loving each other more, we'll once again be separated by many miles. However, 12 AM came around, which snapped me out of that funk.
I got back here, and spent time chatting with Sarah before she bathed, and I showered. After, she took a phone call, and I actually took the time to do my final project for my Essentials of Lit class. I wrote a short story, based on a photograph I have, and also my own personal experience with some fiction thrown in. It's the first time I've wrote something with any original fiction in a while. The final project asked me to take a photograph of mine, and "read" it, using any medium necessary. Take a look, if you want.
( Beyond Paper and Chemicals )
I say this because the baseball world was in for a shock: Pedro Martinez will become a pitcher for the New York Mets...the METS?! THE METS, OF ALL TEAMS?!?! New York's perennial baseball zero?! Well...apparently the Mets made Pedro an offer he couldn't refuse, something the Red Sox weren't preparing to top (given the total sum of money involved). While I'll always see him as a Red Sox pitcher, the first flames were portrayed in today's Boston Globe, with writers already screaming foul, calling him a traitor, greedy, a money pitcher, a turncoat, etc. I found it amusing, actually. So, he moves to the Mets. Good luck, I say to him. Hopefully, he can help them just as he did Boston.
In other news, something very rare happened this morning. I told my conscience to fuck off. I had gone to bed around 3:30 AM after chatting with Sarah and Tommy, but...Kaz had decided to cook some ramen in his rice cooker then, so the smell of food kept me awake for another hour. When my alarm went off at 9, I knew I wasn't going to make it through the first class. Also deterring me was the fact that I didn't have the book we were reading, and I didn't want to sit there for 75 minutes twiddling my thumbs. So I slept for another hour and a half, then went to my Winds Aloft class and took the exam. After that, had some eats, and completed my Modern World essays before heading to work.
Work passed rather uneventfully, although a couple of noteworthy things occurred. For one, I'm now the only one still wearing the old McD uniform. Everyone has upgraded to the new uniforms. Go me. Two: late in the evening, around 11 or so, as we were cleaning up, I had noticed a couple things...Jaymie and Rob were down in the break room, snogging. Colleen and Walt were being cuddly and kissy during the night, and Jayde had chatted with her lover. For a few minutes, I had felt sad, and a bit left out--I mean, here was everyone with their others, and I had...a mop. And of course, there was some sappy, mushy love song playing. It had brought back the upcoming consequence of my leaving MCLA. I mean, as I see it now, there are only just a few negative consequences of going back home, but the hardest one that I'll have to bear with is the fact that April will be 300 miles away again. It's the only thing I'm dreading, really. After we spent this whole semester becoming closer, loving each other more, we'll once again be separated by many miles. However, 12 AM came around, which snapped me out of that funk.
I got back here, and spent time chatting with Sarah before she bathed, and I showered. After, she took a phone call, and I actually took the time to do my final project for my Essentials of Lit class. I wrote a short story, based on a photograph I have, and also my own personal experience with some fiction thrown in. It's the first time I've wrote something with any original fiction in a while. The final project asked me to take a photograph of mine, and "read" it, using any medium necessary. Take a look, if you want.
( Beyond Paper and Chemicals )
