Jake’s Life

Well Comcast, as always, is running around whacking off instead of serving it’s customers. Evidently when they came out today the cable box outside was hooked up to the water (?) and they have to come out next week to repair something so that I can actually have internet. Maybe they’ll try to hook it up to the washing machine, or the toaster, or maybe even my cat. I have already missed the first seminar of the course term, and now I’ll be missing the second. Good thing I’m probably going to end up failing because of my work schedule anyways.

I think that those who do not go to college end up working at a college for some reason. Out of all of the “loan officers” in the financial aid department, none can read a spreadsheet. I think that a new rule must be enacted: If you work at a college, you must have gone to a college (and passed).

I’m pissed about the car thing. I essentially lost $1800 to this guy who has stopped calling me back. If you have talked to me lately you know how infuriated I am with it. Small claims court, here I come. I’m sick of getting off work at 0300 and having to wait until 0600 for a bus or 0700 for a ride from Dianna. Speaking of losing money, my brilliant uncle, after saying that he would hold onto something for me, decided to give it away. I could have sold this item for at least $600 (was $1200 brand new and hardly ever used), and he just gave it to someone. How nice of him.

 

 

The move went down on Thursday and actually went pretty well. Dianna, her roommate, and Shelly all helped, except with loading my mattress. That was interesting. Anyways, the new place is working great so far, but internet has been pushed back a bit.

Today is the move day, and I won’t have internet for a few days, so I’ll be back soon hopefully.

The following is purely filler in place of an actual blog posting:

If you see our turn signal for at least fifty yards, then speed up to close the gap of three car lengths to nothing and expect us not to throw chaw on your windshield, think again. And with your son in the car…shame!

If I have your photo ID in my hand and you claim to be a former Alaska State Trooper until 1974, and you were born in 1958, don’t expect me to believe it. I may be half your age, but that new math they teach us in school really works.

…on a few fronts. I got a new place squared away. It’s up in Lake City (not sure if that’s moving “up”, but it’s in a semi-nice area of Lake City at least). I met with new roommates who seem pretty cool, both younger vets who served in Iraq. I’m not too worried about dodging bullets if they have flashbacks, but if it happens then oh well. If you’ve been through something even remotely similar you would be a changed person as well. The rent’s great, the room’s huge, lots of closet space (including built in rifle storage no less), big multi-tired backyard with deck, and a projection TV in my bedroom. Yep, bowm-chika-bowm-bowm on that screen will be great.

I finished my finals…kind of. I had a lot of hours on my last paycheck (think over three weeks worth of work in two weeks), so my brain’s fried. I didn’t finish one of my finals, but I have enough credit that I should pass the class, unless the professor has some ridiculous rule of automatic failing for the assignment. It bothers me a bit, because I went from between 96-98% in each of my classes to mid-70’s. I know I am capable of much more in school, and my education means a lot to me, but I don’t have the luxury of focusing on homework alone.

Gammy is moving back to Seattle soon. She’s moving back in with my uncle, which bothers me twofold: She left his house last time for a reason; And this means I have to have contact with him.

Random quotes:

“I was just sitting here listening to music and eating chicken and I fell asleep!” –Transient I shook this week passed out on a sidewalk with headphones on his head and a plate of chicken in his lap.

“Next time you have something to say to me, get out of the backseat and say it.” –Me

“What the fuck, over?” –Dianna

“Meow…” –Kitty