First Day

Yes, it's the first day of school, and it feels really comfortable, like your favorite pair of pants, even if they are out of style. Had my sociology class that lasted 40 minutes. Don't know how I feel about that one. Professor went into a whole things about how this won't be a lecture class, that we will mostly be working in small groups and talking and doing projects together....BARF! Not my idea of a good class. I don't like people. They are smelly, and I do a lot better by myself. I hate these goddamn classes where we're all supposed to be lovey-dovey and such. Speaking of which, on the syllabus for this class, there was a whole tirade about "sexist" language, and you aren't allowed to say "man's inhumanity to man" it has to be "human beings inhumanity to human beings" and you can't say "man and wife" or whatever. My prof. is a politically correct despot. UGH. Off to my first english class: shakespeare! Now if that ain't the meat and pototoes of an english degree than I don't know what is.

New Stuff at the LL

Labor of Love (think ofour recent holiday)

Gogh All Night with SAM Sept 11th (cause we are open all night tomorrow)

sigh

and the show is almost over

and i am unemployed in two days...

Why I Love Riding the Bus

Yesterday morning a man sat down next to me. I was in my usual groggy state, and scrunched closer to the window. He was middle-aged, well, maybe early 30's, and cute: glasses and sideburns and all that stuff I usually like. So he's fumbling around in his backpack, and starts pulling out a scarf. I figure, yeah, it's cold, that scarf looks cozy. But it's unfinished, it just looks like it is unraveling, and then he pulls out some wooden sticks, and I realize that he's knitting! There is a hot guy sitting next to me on the bus making a freaking scarf!!!

Then, later as I was riding the bus home, there was a young man talking on his cell phone, being loud and obnoxious. Then I hear him say: "Hey man, I'm five minutes away, are you guys getting ready to smoke a blunt?" I turn around and look--it's a 16yr old white boy. Then I hear him say: "I want to buy _______" (I couldn't hear that part.) "Can you front me a twenty...I'll pay you back, I swear...dude, I'm not old enough to buy that! I'm so not old enough!"

Yeah, Metro is great!