I'm pretty sure this whole 09/09/09 thing has been a day to remember...as the highly forgettable. I didn't do too too much today. Classes. I went to my first class, pretended like I could actually follow my teacher's train of thought as we dissected Ulysses by James Joyce. I'm fairly certain that Joyce was a crazy man. My prof explained how the book is pretty much in tuned with Joyce's brain. I got a chuckle out of the class after saying I didn't want to know about his brain anymore. It's an interesting story if you go with the cliff's notes version. It's just so hard to comprehend.
Then, I get to sit through, yet another, day of the Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin. I am sick of this man. Him and his fucking turkeys and lightning kites and his whoring himself out. What I take from the book after reading it for the third time? I STILL HATE IT. I hated it the first time. I thought he was full of himself then, I now think he's a conniving politician. Take that as you will.
I decided to skip my british fiction class as I had a lot of studying for my Urban Studies class to do. Fearing that I would have a pop quiz on chapter 3, the homework I forgot to do, I went to the local pizza shop, got some food and read. I took some damn good notes. Only to go to class with NO POP QUIZ. Oh well, I at least knew what he was talking about.
So I get out, hop the trolley...nearly die because it is overpacked and I was stuck standing. Cleveland isn't the place to stand on a trolley. Drivers = hate everything in their way. I get to the subway station and hop on the one that was heading out right away. Never been on that subway, but it went well. I get to the bus station to catch my next bus and I get stopped by this morbidly obese man who I have seen a few times before. I question if he has some sort of mental issue as EVERY DAMN TIME HE SEES ME, HE ASKS ME THE SAME QUESTION(S). "Are you over 18?" "yes." "Are you taken?" [insert pause here] I don't find this man the least bit attractive, he smells like dog, he is unkempt and if he has to ask me everytime he sees me if I am single, I question how desperate he is. Not because I don't find myself worthy, but because he KNOWS the answer. Well...sorta. [end pause] "yes." [insert second pause] Am I taken? No, I am not. However, in his case, I will always be taken because I am not about to continue the discussion with him and his nastiness. [end second pause]
September 9, 2009. 09/09/09. What an uneventful day. *sighs* So much for the magic of the nines. Oh well, I still have the weekend coming up. *cough 23 cough* *smiles sheepishly* |
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