We Were Going to Do What....? at 12:12 PM

You know what pisses me off to no end, more than pushy mothers and bad drivers combined? Flakes. Not the kind that you see in the kid's hair in front of you and that make you want to suggest a new shampoo. No, I'm talking about those people that can't keep a calender or simply don't care. "Want to hang out tomorrow, have lunch or something?" "Sure just give me a ring" Next day. "So where we going for lunch?" "Huh? Oh sorry I'm busy" or better yet, "ring ring ring... you've reached the mailbox of..." Yeah that last one kills me. They can't even be bothered to call or pick up the phone to say they can't come or do whatever. "oh he'll figure it out when I'm not there a few hours after we were supposed to meet up." If it's a memory thing start writing things down, set an alarm, get a personal secretary to follow you around. Maybe it's my fault. Every time I make plans with these people and they fail to hold up their end, you know the part where they actually show up, I'm surprised. Crazy I know. Repeat same actions, expect different results... But there I am again, waiting for someone I know ain't going to show. I've thought about double booking my time. That way I won't have wasted days when people decided to bail on me. Problem is then I'll be one of those people who flake when those who shall not be named actually do show up.

Chances at 9:26 PM

I don't want to get all sentimental on you guys. If you know me, that's just not my style. Sometimes though life throws you a curve ball. We can hid and play it safe. Not taking a chance and not risking getting hurt. Its the easy way out and yeah, would save us all a lot of grief and heart ache. That's the problem though. You got to hid from life to not risk feeling. Drama, pain, and all that shit is part of life and living. They make the rest all that more valuable. I say bring it on. Yeah I'll get a few bruises along the way, maybe a black eye or two, but at least I'll have some cool battle scares to show for it all at the end. Oh and the stories? Wait till you hear the stories.
Ok. I'm all done. You can stop making that gagging face. I promise no more sentimental stuff. Next post will be full of baby punching humor or something along those lines.

Vibrating Chairs? Sweet! at 4:56 PM

Has anybody else experienced the awesomeness that is the auditorium in UC? There I am sitting in class, a few hundred kids surrounding me, when all of a sudden my chair starts to vibrate. Seriously, no coins needed. At first I'm pumped. I get to sit through Texas Politics while receiving a free message. What more can a guy ask for? After about ten minutes though I had enough. After some investigation I realized you can't turn these things off. I tried everything. No panel in the armrest, no hidden switch, no knob to turn. I even tried the clapper method, I passed it off as being overly supportive of some meaningless point made in the lecture. "Right on, Classical Liberalism is the bomb." Now I'm starting to get worried (and the guy next to me is worried for a different reason). Thirty minutes of vibrating can't be good for you. The students sitting next to me seem oblivious to my troubles. WTF! Just when I start to think the freaking chair is going to drive me crazy, I find the root of the problem. The little #$@%^& next to me is tapping her foot at such a high rate of speed and with such force she is actually moving the entire row of desks. "No No don't mind me, you go right ahead and shake like your off your meds. No, I always look this pissed off in the morning. It has nothing to do with the fact your constant shaking makes me want to smack you in the face with my spiral." I have no clue what was talked about in class, because I spent 45 minutes, yes 45 minutes, trying desperately to use my psychic abilities to will her leg from moving. I swear if class had gone on for just a few minutes she would of had a college rule notebook planted upside her head.

Three Degrees at 5:01 PM

Oh how I love San Antonio. I kid, I kid. But one great thing about this town is the little circle of people that exists. We've all heard the six degrees theory. Everyone in the world can be connected to everyone else by no more than six degrees. Well in San Antonio, we cut that down to three. It seems to be impossible to find a new friend that has been untouched by at least one of your old friends in some way. I realize this might not seem like a big deal in some small college town, or if you were only dealing with students, but in a city this large and with the diversity of friends I have it's kind of freaky.

Now some might say this is a horrible thing to have, on the contrary, I love it. First, I tend to keep a rather good reputation, so no problem there. I like to believe somewhere in SA a conversation goes something like this: "You know Austin? Yeah met him at the party last night, you know him too? Oh yeah he's awesome, great guy." See, The San Antonio Circle does wonders for your social life. Second, our little circle makes it rather easy to do your homework. Meet a new person, no need for Facebook or Myspace, just ask a few friends, you'll get the whole story on them. "OMG dude run as fast as you can. They're a total loser."

Recently I had someone come and go through my life. At first I was a little upset over the whole ordeal. Did some talking though, with trusted friends, apparently not that big of a loss. Probably more like a blessing. This wonderful turn of events all thanks to The San Antonio Circle. Yes, The San Antonio Circle, bringing strangers together since 1980. This city might not be freaking awesome, but when viewed in the right light and taken advantage of properly its got some nice perks.