Finally

8:00 pm
1/31/08
my room

Finally it's thursday, and i have a friday and saturday off...kinda. I still have to get up for class, pretty early(not as early as i do for English). Tomorrow I have a computer class, which I'm not really looking foward to, since i'm not very good with computers, which is odd considering i grew up in the technical age.
On a different not, I came home to find out my Aunt Mickey passed away. I wasn't really close to her, she was a sort of distant realative. So i will probably spend my days off in and out of wakes/a funeral...fuuun. I know it sounds horrible, but i really need the time to do homework. I have the essay for english due tuesday, and i also have an essay for psychology due next saturday, which requires a decent amount of research. Oh well as The Stones say, you can't always get what you want. I'm going to cut this blog short, so i can get started on my English essay.

shot

I'm soo shot right now, i just pulled a twelve hour shift. All i want to do right now is go to sleep. Twelve hours of being at work is bad enough, but what made it worse was the fact that it was dead all day. Whats that's mean? That means Lot's of time was spent starring at the clock which just makes time go by slower. Finally, after hours upon hours of agony, it was five minutes to six o'clock. Than as i was about kill the lights, about five customers strolled in(onto my freshly mopped floor), the first three only wanted coffee, but the fourth wanted a sandwich with liverwurst and Munster cheese, which made a mess out of the slicer i had JUST cleaned. After i made that sandwich I once again cleaned the slicer, only to find out that i needed to cut some cold cuts. Not just any cold cuts either, it was Roast Beef, liverwurst, and Salsilito, the three messiest meats you can ask for in a deli. that's not the best part though...the customer only wanted .10 of a pound of each. I love my job.

another day the deli

8:32 pm
1/29/08
My room

You ever see the movie Groundhog Day? Well that's my life...as well as most other people. I go to the deli everyday, do the same thing everyday, and see the same people. I come in at seven or eight in the morning, make coffee for people, most of which act as if their parents never taught them manners, make egg sandwich's, and put up with my co-workers. When I'm not busy, I'm bored out of my mind, and it takes everything i have in me not to eat everything in sight(because everything there is delicious). Than around 2 pm some of the clerks go home, and it's just me and the boss, waiting to close. This is the worst part of the day. At least in the hustle and bustle of the morning hours, time flies. From 2-6 it's virtually dead, which leaves time for only one thing, starring at the clock. Oh well, i guess that's why I have to educate myself, so I don't have to spend the rest of my life waking up, groaning, and muttering "damn, another day at the deli".

Trouble at the work place

7:23 pm
1/28/08
My room

You ever here the phrase "It's not what you do that gets noticed, it's what you don't do"? Well i hate that, and it's not just a catchy little phrase, it's absolutely true. The deli that i work at is family owned, and they are all completely out of their minds. I'll start with my boss (I'm going to keep names out of this), he's sixty years old an an alcoholic. He's actually not that crazy, in fact he's the only one in that family i actually respect. His daughter is probably the closest to clinically insane(aside from his wife, but she doesn't work there). I'm convinced she's evil, but she's so nice, or at least she appears to be. Than there's the son, and he's an interesting individual. He was in the navy for twelve years, and he ended up breaking his back in the line of duty. This injury, which was never corrected until recently, keeps him a miserable person, and he takes it out on everyone around him. That gives you an idea of the family, now let's move on to the clerks. There is me of course, Clerk A, and Clerk B(remember no names). Now Clerk A is the only person there i like, because they're the only person there not putting on an act. Clerk B however...well let's just say we butt heads constantly. For some reason, which I'm unaware of, she can't stand me. She runs around talking behind my back, snitching on me for little things, but she's sooo nice to my face. It's High school all over again. At least I didn't have to spend 50-60 hours a week in High school.

5:35 pm
1/27/08
Living Room

I'm watching a documentary on the National Geographic Channel, about prison. As i watch more and more, i can't help but wonder. I wonder if the Government tries to overcrowd prisons. The Correctional industry is a multi-billion dollar industry, employing everyone from Correctional Officers, to the contractors that build the facilities. Would it be that far out to think that the government may possibly be allowing drugs to flow through our borders, so poor minorities get arrested by the DEA( a massive governmental agency, which employs thousands), and sent to already over crowded prisons? Now why would the government possibly want to overcrowd the prisons? To build more of course! They hire private contractors to build the prisons, or maybe they aren't so private(think Dick Cheney, and Halliburton...why are we in Iraq again?). After the Prison is built, hundreds of people are needed to run it. It's kinda scary, because as I've been writing this, I've been wondering if my computer will be monitored, because of what I've said. Which is totally legal, thanks to the USA Patriot Act. If I was to be monitored, it would be totally legal(not constitutional, funny how those are two different things) for me(or any of you) to be labeled an "Enemy Combatant" and sent to Guantanamo Bay, and be incarcerated for any amount of time, without anyone knowing where I am. This is all due to the Military Commission Act. If you don't believe me i suggest you read The End of America, by Naomi Wolf. Sooo if i happen to go missing, you know where I may be.

Just another day in the life

2:15 pm
1/26/08
My Room

This morning I had my first day of Psychology. I took more notes in that three hour class than i think i have in any class in my educational career(which really surprised me, considering it was the first day). It's definitely going to be an interesting class, full of discussion. Today we did an overview of the entire first chapter of the textbook. It's going to cost a small fortune to buy textbooks for my classes. I knew i would be buying books, but i certainly did not expect to pay one hundred to one hundred and fifty dollars a book. You gotta do what you gotta do though, right?At least that's what i keep telling myself. I already have an essay due on February 9, on animal research. It's not the most interesting topic, but I'll put my own little spin on it, which i often try to do in many of my works, while still maintaining the main topic, or question.
On a different note, my little sister got back from the hospital yesterday afternoon(shortly after i submitted my previous blog), she had an infection in her throat. It was at a degree of seriousness that called for emergency surgery, in which a surgeon made two incisions behind her tonsils. They didn't suture the lacerations, in order to allow the buildup to drain...pretty gross, i apologize. Now that i probably grossed someone out, my work is done for the day(at least in English), and i need to move on to some research, to begin my psychology essay.

early release

1/25/08
12:11 pm
Living room

Today i had intro to computing, at 8:00 am. The morning was started off with some crazy lady who wouldn't sit down, because apparently she had "multiple deceases" that seemed to all affect her neck. She claimed the school was supposed to accommodate her needs for a stand up station, so she wouldn't have to strain her neck. When the professor instructed her to sit down and keep her voice down, she stormed out claiming injustice, and she would "be back". She never returned.
Well anyway, the class is from 8:00 to 11:50 am, 4 wonderful hours of sitting in front of a computer. Just as the nicotine in my body, due to my habit of smoking "cowboy killers" ( one habit in which i intend to kick soon), started to act up, the professor cut the class short. I didn't really mind though, I'm not much of a computer person, as i think I've noted several times. So i moved my self to the public safety "hut", had a mug shot taken, and received my SCCC Student ID card. On the way home i stopped off at work to fix myself some lunch (I work in a deli, by the way). I got home, ate my Ham and American cheese sandwich, and than fed my nicotine habit once more. After about a half an hour of digestion, i started my daily workout, which i won't delve into, i don't really want to bore you(That is if i haven't already). Than i took a shower and sat down with my laptop, and began my blog, and as of right now i am finishing it.

blogology 101

Well today was my first day as a college student, and this is my first blog. You know it's funny, I've been sitting here for ten minutes, staring at my first sentence, trying to figure out what to write, and I've realize the purpose of this assignment is to help us articulate our thoughts. I've had a small taste of college, and already I've noticed a dramatic change in the educational approach. Back when i was enrolled in high school, i had the passion for learning that i still posses today, but i felt, no i actually knew the curriculum wasn't an effective way of teaching students. The human mind is self sufficient and complex, so how can you put a student in a strictly bracketed environment, such as high school, and expect them to succeed? The answer is...you can't. I believe that in order to achieve a higher level of education, you must first get in touch with your inner academic, and expand your mind, and for you John Lennon fans, i don't mean with LSD or mushrooms. What I mean is this exact assignment, mindless writing that is really not so mindless. Forgive me if this doesn't make sense, I've been up since 4:30, and worked 12 hours, so my brain could quite possibly be just as tired as my feet.