People who aren't cut out for the job

A second post with the opening "I can't believe how long it took me to sign into this blog..." except this time I replace blog with piece of shit. I am not exaggerating when I say that I've been working on it on and off for about three hours now. Success comes with much work I see.

I've been letting the small things bother me (especially today). I like the small things and I think it is important not to overlook them daily. But maybe I'm a little too concerned with specifics. I woke up rather grumpy that I had three classes today that involve lots of waiting. (again, it's a Wednesday). I read some school books and worked on info for my feature article. then I sat there getting overwhelmed about it all. Joey's shoe grazed my Ugg and I gasped. Accordingly, I thought about it the whole trip to Sugardaddy's and then used my suede brush and eraser to ease the damage when I got home.

Someone ate the last honey nut granola bar. there were only two in the first place, and I ate the first one. I yelled and stuff and Joey reminded me that he ate it and I had a bite. they're nothing special but I just don't like chocolate. errrr stop touching my stuff and don't correct me when I'm really the one to blame.

Elsewhere, Joey's friends' car starting emitting this awful chemical burning smell and then I thought about if we all passed out in the car while it was still moving. Then the battery light went on and I was sure we could just make it home with the windows open (3 more blocks). Apparently not. We pulled over, waited an hour for advice and then decided to just drive the 10 seconds home and get it towed there (my idea in the first place).

I really hate stupid people who don't let you get a single word in. Actual event:
-Knock at the door
-I open the door to a bunch of girls. I'm sure i looked perplexed...Oh, it's a realtor (happens almost EVERY DAY)
-she barges inside past me as she continuously asks me my phone number to make sure that I know she called me and that she's right
-i give her some excuse like ah i was sleeping and she ignores me
- walks around my house and then asks me if she can get into my roomates room (the roomate who refuses to come back or unlock her door)
-I try to tell her no
-she cuts me off saying maybe her key will work
- i try to tell her it won't work
-she cuts me off saying she just thought it might
-I try to tell her it won't work but then let her do it while I say in the background really loud "what an idiot, way to ignore me"
- she asks me what size the locked room is
-I try to tell her and she cuts me off
- I stay silent from now on and she leaves out my front door which i told her doesn't lock itself and she has the key
-she left it unlocked and I yell "you fucking bitch" down the stairs

The simple solution

The variety of things that hinder my sleep is almost incomprehensible: car alarms and horns, tires skidding on ice, snow shovelling, leaf blowers, tree cutters, teenagers yelling, loud spanish music at all hours of the day and night. The array is obscure, yet not one morning passes by without me being woken up from one of these awful sounds. Most recently, my homocidal rage has escalated quite briskly into a blinding fury. I have woken up for almost a week to cars that are stuck in their spots. they are stuck, I SWEAR (if this weren't true, I wouldn't have experienced hours of high pitched squeals while people tried to move them).

I'm assuming that my anger got the best of me after many mornings without proper rest-- because, a couple of days ago, when I awoke to constant shoveling, I immediately saw red. I opened my window, and my eyes darted like a lion who has caught the scent of its prey. I found the culprit, chipping away at ice in the ally across the street. Why? I didn't see a car. no front door. So I yelled really loud and really viciously (what else is new?). I have no idea what I said for sure, but it was intended to frighten him and mostly, to give him an ultimatum of his shovel or my fist.

I can't stress enough just how often my sleep is interrupted by stupid, inconsiderate people. The most common yet strange occurence living across from a mexican hostel (this detail still remains a mystery) is that around 2 or 3 am on any given night of the week, a car with EXTREMELY loud spanish music pulls up, honks, and continues to idle for 15 minutes (still blasting spanish music). When I wake up in my apartment, I forget at first that I'm in America, seriously. What a lack of respect this neighborhood has.

Anyway, I was totally set on walking, in my pajamas and mismatched sneakers, up to the guy shovelling. I imagined punching him in the face and THEN asking what he could possibly be thinking at 10 am on my only day off. I got out the door but arms reached around my waist to pull me back, kicking and yelling. I know he heard it because he stopped 10 minutes later (after a couple hours of shovelling). What I would have done to knock him out. Much simpler solution.

Give me a brake

I've begun to notice how dangerously the T buses operate. Yesterday, during hellfest, the otherwise vacant buses were packed with people who knew vaguely how the "old" system works. MBTA's technology failed and everyone had to revert to the best-kept secret in public transportation, the 57 bus. With the T blocking an intersection for most of the day, students and cars couldn't reach their destination and the bus took on the mission of the Outbound B-Line. I always think it's hilarious when someone wipes out in the T because they can't keep balance, but on a bus? OH-MY-GOD, I don't even know if it's too mean to be funny.

These bus drivers are pretty ruthless; they can stop on a dime for street-wavers and will definitely fly past your stop when the yellow stop-request tape doesn't work (which is every time for me). Today, I'm pretty sure the bus driver was implying that I jump out while it was moving. He was creeping along with the doors open while I held on tight (waiting for the jerk of the brakes). What I've failed to stress is that the bus is on a road with other cars. it's basically a car. and there is so much stopping and going that it kind of looks foreign to me to have anyone stand. I'm so wrong. but I think a lot of people agree with me after yesterday.

So I saw some lady fly from one end of the bus to the other and that's when I kind of thought about how creepy the bus drivers are. Then I realized I was holding the bar so tight that my hand was white and I jerked back and forth on my arm as if it was a limp noodle. ok, not that limp. just a noodle. I think lots of people missed their stops yesterday because the drivers love to roll through them. If you don't jump out in time, he says fuck you and keeps going. give me a (gentle) break, buddy.

Things I will NEVER enjoy

I cannot believe how much time I just spent trying to sign into my blog account. Trying is the key word here, taking in mind that with all of these password hackers out there, websites demand complicated passwords. I don't have the mental capacity to memorize numbers and letters, capital and not, in random order. Google gmail actually tells you the strength of the password you're creating. It's a novel invention, but all things aside, I don't want to spend my time trying to remember the right complex password for the particular email, blog, myspace, or facebook profile I'm using. Can't we have one interface with all our communication needs?

I hate bad weather. Mostly I hate it when I don't have the choice to not participate in it. Funny how I've always attended schools in places where people don't believe there is a day where people just plain can't function outside. Nope, Boston University barrelled along today, continuing to take pride in its "no-close" policy. Terrorism aside, let's throw some "bombs" around the city that are actually Lite-Brites and I'm sure they'll have a fit. Problems with priorities here. They cancelled school only when they realized that the students were partially swimming to class down the sidewalks. I absolutely hate wet feet.

I hate waiting so much and I hate Wednesdays because all I do is wait around for another class to start and end. then I wait around some more. blah blah blah, it's such a waste of my time to sit in the GSU every day smelling all that terrible food listening to people gawk at each other while I read a book I wouldn't otherwise be reading. I hate waiting mostly when it's for the bus, and people come up behind me and stand there as if I'm waiting to cross the street. I'm not, and in fact, the light is red. So you should take the initiative yourself to cross the street instead of expecting me to guide you. Same thing with classrooms. No one can be the brave one who walks in first. I always get the best seat ;)