I’m not entirely sure what it is about over-crowded trains that makes me whip out my computer and write. Perhaps it’s the uncompromising attitude of the gentleman sitting across from me and apparently deserves all of the leg room. I mean it when I say that my legs are in the isle. Yet, despite the fact that I am being a complete fire hazard right now, the people around me just smiled at me in that weird way that signifies camaraderie when someone on public transport is being decidedly uncouth. I can’t decide if I’m not saying anything to him because I don’t really care, or because he looks like a made man.
Other bad things about over-crowded trains:
- over-heated in the winter
- screaming babies
- inability to get up and use the bathroom for fear that someone will steal your seat and/or computer
- watching the really just incredibly polite gentleman across from you pick his nose.
- Knowing that you shouldn’t be such a grump because at least you’re sitting
ANYWAY. A life update, you ask? Why yes of course, I have returned for my second semester of my senior year at That-which-shall-not-be-named University a.k.a. Pay-us-$50,000-a-year-and-deal-with-our-shitty-attitudes University, but yeah, I’m so excited to be back! I am taking a barrage of sophomoric classes that have nothing to do with anything I want to do; however, I may very well get an internship that I can spend all of my time at, constructively, instead of wasting my time doing the work for those classes! I know, possums, so far this has been a truly uplifting blog, but let’s be honest, you haven’t fallen in love with me for my chipper, bubbly side (which does exist, fuck you), you’ve fallen in love with my self-deprecating, bitchy (honesty is the best policy), rant-y humor. At least I hope it’s humorous and not sullen. In other news, I can’t wait to graduate so that I can commence……. Uh…….. that job I gotta find.
Maybe I should become a casting director (and go ahead and throw away that $250,000 education) so that I can cast movies like The Hunger Games. Seriously, Mom, I know you like that idea because I’d let you come to the casting sessions. Regardless of what I do after, I can’t effing wait for summer: 1) My baby cousins are coming state-side – and by baby I mean teenage 2) The Great Grand Gavin Graduation Extravaganza 3) Cape Cod 4) No Snow.
