Happy 20th Birthday to Me

I bought a bike!!!!


My Emo Heart is Crying at My Inability to Perform as a Real Person
current mood: Like Stephen Colbert blogging after not being invited to the Bush child's wedding


I have decided that it is time for me to become a real person and do real person things. I was partially inspired by this recent encounter I had with a friend of a friend that works at the Espresso Royal on State St.
I walked into Espresso Royal looking for cream, sugar, and cups. I was going to brew coffee the next day for my co-workers as one of them was giving me a ride and we were leaving at an absurdly early hour in the morning. The hour reserved only for people who workout before work and high schoolers involved in almost any extra curricular activity. My friend was working; she introduced me to her friend an co-worker by the same name. I hate to mooch off of my friends by using their employee status to give me discounts or free things; however, in this case the friend of a friend insisted. She had graduated and was getting a job in New York. She put it like this: "I am leaving to become a real person."

To begin my own quest on becoming a real person, I am making what seem like significant life choices , I am pretty frustrated at what is going on with my summer plans. I was planning to take online math and physics courses at EMU. Well, after an excruciatingly long and embarrassing phone advising appointment--phone advising appointments were created for people living out of state...I am just exploiting the system-- I have found out that I did not do enough research. As it turns out, there are no math and physics online courses and I will be commuting if I want to take them. As it turns out, I am a guest student, not a transfer student (that was the most embarrassing of my lack of research). (**I am sure that I have some form of ADD. This is not one of the things, I just wanted to excuse myself for what I really wanted to say which is that I just noticed that I push the space bar predominantly on the right side, judging from the wear of the coating on the key itself. Now that I am cognizant of it, it appears that I push it mostly with my right pointer finger. I feel to constrained if I leave my hands in one place, I like to move them around a little when I type...plus, my hands get sweaty if I rest my palms on the laptop.**) As it turns out, both the physics department and the math department require absurd prerequisites before I can take the classes I want: Calculus requires a college level Trig class (despite the fact I have taken an all encompassing pre-calc class at UofM). And as it turns out, I have to file at least three forms before I can even begin to enroll for summer semester as I gave up on Spring semester and I do not want any more fees. Oh yeah, and as it turns out, I don't like being wrong so you can imagine how I taste about all of this. Bitter, Salty with a hint of parsley...paltry I mean.
I do believe I made the right decision in dealing with this problem, I pushed my plan of action several weeks into the future. This gives me a little time to sort things out and not look like a fool. Along the lines of looking like a fool, I acted on what some would consider a foolish whim and bought a 1940 Royal typewriter for $26.50. It is in pretty good condition and everything works but the ribbon, of which only a fraction is usable. I have already used it to write on two page letter that I finally sent today to the Finlandian. At this point, I must make it known that as I write I lose energy and stop caring about what I am writing. This entry is just about done anyway; I have one final thought.

Manual automobiles, rather the drivers of manual automobiles, get automatic bonus points on my sexy scale. As much as I dislike the use of petrol, and most cars do still run on petrol, I can not deny the attraction I have to a man that can drive well. One that will have an engaging and interesting conversation with you in his luxury vehicle while driving back from the modern, upscale, yet eco-friendly vegetarian restaurant you just had dinner. He flawlessly shifts the well insulated car from gear to gear and while all you hear is the light jazz from the radio and the words coming out of his mouth occasionally accompanied by a muffled roar from the engine. HOT.

Now I should go do something to further my life as a real person. I may go to the bike shop and look at some bikes.

Summary
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I am working on becoming a real person
I dislike being wrong
Typewriters are fantastic
The drivers of manual vehicles are way sexy