This Would Happen To Me

I started community college again this past week. Belleville really doesn't offer much in the continuing education department unless you're interested in a votech. Nevertheless, I want to do something worthwhile in my life- or at least attempt to.

In my first class Thursday afternoon, I felt somewhat nauseated. I didn't think much of it and it eventually passed. I'm jotting down notes and pretending to really give a shit about the quadratic theory and whatnot when this intense wave of nauseum hits me like a brick. I yell 'fuck' and knock my desk over onto someone else's and vomit in my hand. Some of the vomit then spills onto the back of some girls shirt and I run to the restroom. Mortified, I return and hope there isn't a repeat and that the next 20 minuites will fly by so that I can smoke and pretend nothing ever happened.

This is the type of shit that happens to me on a pretty regular basis. Not necessarily involving bodily fluids or functions, but including much humiliation. I'm rarely embarrassed as I enjoy making an ass of others and sometimes myself as well, but there is a line that can and often time is crossed. This was one such circumstance.

Also, the girl with the vom shirt did not show up to class the following day. Did she drop? Was it because of the incident? We'll find out.

My Personal Omen

Being as poor as I am I recently had the week-long pleasure of filling in for our dayshift blood messenger. The excitement of running all over the damn hospital is quite fulfilling. I just made that part up. Anyways, there is a story here.

Monday morning I show up early enough to smoke before clocking in. I hit the same smoking area I always hit before my shifts and everything was normal. Fellow employees sneaking out for a quick one and trashy patients and visitors bumming bronsons and gpc's off each other. After about 5 minutes of smoking and drinking coffee a bird wing falls about a foot or so in front of me. Nothing else. Just a bird wing and its bloody nub.

This has to mean something. And I know it isn't good. I don't know if it means 7 years of bad luck (tacked on to the lifetime i'm already serving) or that I'm going to get the cancer soon or what. Of all the people in this damn city- why me?! I haven't raped any children or pissed on pews at a church. What have I done that is so bad that forces have decided to curse me?

Pondering this has led me to my current situation. It sucks ass. I'm working part time and attending fucking community college (which I think barely counts) and living at home because I don't make enough to move out. This is shitty. At least clemy and eunice are in the same boat as well. I don't have to suffer alone. I mention this because I really don't see how my life could get much worse. Maybe my late 20's are my midlife crisis. Perhaps my 30's are where it's at. Who knows? All I know is that I'm the last one who needs an omen hanging over their head.

i care. really i do

call someone who cares
a while back a friend called and was having a crazy moment or two. i was already in bed and had to work in the morning so i 'texted her down'. i didn't feel like talking, but needed to show that i cared and think i did an alright job. clemy said that i was terrible and should have called back. i had been through this multiple times with this person and felt that it was fine to just type some helpful things and didn't think it deemed a call. i'm still a little unsure whether it was p.c. of me or not to just text so any comments are welcome on this subject. does this mean that i'm meaner than originally thought? or do i care just enough?

alive and kickin

the man
i've been busy and lazy so that is my excuse for not posting lately. our t-shirt business is slowly, but surely going to take off. you just wait. it's good to know that we can offend people and make money at the same time. people just don't have sense of humours anymore- not since 9/11 anyways.
i have to work so the man can pay me, but i shall post again in the next few days- i swear!