Who's been observant? The past few posts have all been posted at 9:06. No I'm not that on schedule. Somethings up with my html or settings or I don't know what. Actually 11:15 right now.
11/16/09
Tonight at work I heard a song that reminded me of a CD I used to listen to as a kid. It was a lullaby compilation with a bunch of different songs on it. I really don't remember the whole CD and not really sure why the Christmas song reminded me of it but, something about the song made me think of "Teddy Bear Picnic". Sure some of you have heard the song, bunch of teddy bears go out into the woods and have a picnic in the middle of the night. Something about the song always gave me the willies. It just disturbed me when I was a kid and still rubs me the wrong way. Not specifically the lyrics I think. Although the idea that teddy bears get together while their owners sleep and go out into the woods at night has a scary cult like ring to it. Actually the slow pace and tune is what gets to me. Really listen to the tune, something just ain't right. This new song had the same slow lullaby melody to it. Can't stand that song still. *shiver*
"Is your name Jake?"
"Nope"
"Jake Allen?"
"Not me."
"You sure?
"Yeah I'm pretty sure"
"Nope"
"Jake Allen?"
"Not me."
"You sure?
"Yeah I'm pretty sure"
Now the guy keeps looking at me with this "your a liar" look on his
face. I'm not too sure anymore.
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11/12/09
Been back about a week or so and want to go back. Nay, I want to move. It was so lovely, big, and busy. I fell in love with the city. I belong in a big city with lots of strangers and crowds.
Lets see. Saw the Golden Gate, Wharf, lots of seals, crazy homeless people who throw beer bottles, street cars (first time on one), scary drag queens, awesome parks, beautiful churches, subway cars (another first), and lots and lots of hills (what Texans call mountains).
I think this was the only vacation that I actually lost weight. We probably walked an average of seven miles a day. The majority of these were wondering around lost. You would think going to a city with someone that has actually lived there before means not getting totally turned around. Well that would require your traveling partner having some sense of direction. After a certain point I just stopped asking him where we were going. I wouldn't of picked another person however to end up in the public housing projects with. "Lets just get a taxi" "Well we could if they weren't afraid to drive down this road. Maybe we should start running."
The Castro provided an endless amount of ummm interesting? people. Something to keep in mind, no matter what kind of facial expression she has on or how hopeless she looks, don't tell a drag queen that she "looks confused". I don't care how you mean it, I promise she won't be pleased. Also Market Street on Halloween, not a family friendly location. Yes, there are bright festive colors everywhere and the gay laughter is a little misleading. But kid appropriate it is not. "That's not a costume, he's just naked."
I didn't take nearly as many photos as I had hoped. Just got busy and didn't carry much around with me. Had a blast though and came away with a lot of stories. I want to move.
Lets see. Saw the Golden Gate, Wharf, lots of seals, crazy homeless people who throw beer bottles, street cars (first time on one), scary drag queens, awesome parks, beautiful churches, subway cars (another first), and lots and lots of hills (what Texans call mountains).
I think this was the only vacation that I actually lost weight. We probably walked an average of seven miles a day. The majority of these were wondering around lost. You would think going to a city with someone that has actually lived there before means not getting totally turned around. Well that would require your traveling partner having some sense of direction. After a certain point I just stopped asking him where we were going. I wouldn't of picked another person however to end up in the public housing projects with. "Lets just get a taxi" "Well we could if they weren't afraid to drive down this road. Maybe we should start running."
The Castro provided an endless amount of ummm interesting? people. Something to keep in mind, no matter what kind of facial expression she has on or how hopeless she looks, don't tell a drag queen that she "looks confused". I don't care how you mean it, I promise she won't be pleased. Also Market Street on Halloween, not a family friendly location. Yes, there are bright festive colors everywhere and the gay laughter is a little misleading. But kid appropriate it is not. "That's not a costume, he's just naked."
I didn't take nearly as many photos as I had hoped. Just got busy and didn't carry much around with me. Had a blast though and came away with a lot of stories. I want to move.
11/8/09
I admit, I'm pretty full of myself. I mean I think I'm rather special. I deeply hope however that if I ever turn into one of those people that is all about themselves that one of my friends will hit me upside the head and tell me to cut it out.
I have a friend, well I'm not to sure they are that much of a "friend", that turns every freaking conversation into something about themselves. "and as my plane was going down over the Atlantic ocean--" " I really hate flying. Everytime I get on a plane I get all sick. Me Me Me I I I" It drives ME crazy. Just want to turn to them and ask if everything really has to be about them. I'm probably overly sensitive about this whole thing. I know everyone wants to share some story or part of their life. And I get that not everyone cares to hear about my life or my story. I truly get it. But sometimes I want to be able to say something without having to listen to them go on about their freaking puppy for two hours. I swear, if I get into one of the schools I want to get into, within 10 seconds of telling this certain someone my great news, I'll have to listen to how they lost their favorite pair of socks at some crazy party the night before.
I have a friend, well I'm not to sure they are that much of a "friend", that turns every freaking conversation into something about themselves. "and as my plane was going down over the Atlantic ocean--" " I really hate flying. Everytime I get on a plane I get all sick. Me Me Me I I I" It drives ME crazy. Just want to turn to them and ask if everything really has to be about them. I'm probably overly sensitive about this whole thing. I know everyone wants to share some story or part of their life. And I get that not everyone cares to hear about my life or my story. I truly get it. But sometimes I want to be able to say something without having to listen to them go on about their freaking puppy for two hours. I swear, if I get into one of the schools I want to get into, within 10 seconds of telling this certain someone my great news, I'll have to listen to how they lost their favorite pair of socks at some crazy party the night before.
So after a lot of back and forth here's the final list. Stanford,
Yale, Northwestern, Michigan, and Boston. All have great sociology
programs that can be aimed toward gender and sexuality studies.
Hopefully I get into more than one and can pick. Cross your fingers
and do that voodo you do. Everything is turned in and taken care of.
Now just have to wait and see.
Yale, Northwestern, Michigan, and Boston. All have great sociology
programs that can be aimed toward gender and sexuality studies.
Hopefully I get into more than one and can pick. Cross your fingers
and do that voodo you do. Everything is turned in and taken care of.
Now just have to wait and see.
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