train ride: Part 2

I just got back from the bathroom-on-the-train and had the most wonderful experience. I went to wash my hands and the faucet was out of control. It attacked me with a deluge of water that pummeled the palms of my hands. I almost feel like I have bruises. plus, the water that bounced off my hands went all over my shirt. I love it when my shirt gets wet in the bathroom.

train ride home: Part 1

Today was my first day on the train. I was really excited. First of all, train stations are a mess and it was terribly difficult to figure out exactly what to do when I got there. I have never been on a train before, so I was like a lost puppy, except I was not cute or adorable. As I'm writing this, I can see that we are right beside to highway going at that slow kind of pace that airplanes go at when they are taxiing around the runway and you think they are about to take off, but they don't. It also feels like sort of a change of roles. I feel like I am always the one driving past the train and counting cars (not while I'm driving though). The things I am most excited about right now is that everyone has an outlet (Diablo 2 gorging!) and that dinner time is almost here (I brought a moose sausage sandwich, yum). There is also a train attendant speaking in some indecipherable dialect over the loudspeaker. I love it when they do that. This is what they did at the train station too. I was wondering where I was supposed to go and I was listening for my train or my destination to be announced. I was sitting a considerable distance from the gate. Then I hear a man yelling at everyone to board the train if they are going to nwordusld. Or at least that's what it sounded like. Funny how I couldn't understand the most important part. I feel like that should be part of the job training; speaking clearly.

Trying to decipher the gibberish coming from the train announcer.

Eating a fabulous cafeteria-style meal from the luxurious dining room in the train with my awesome friends.

Lots of leg room! (they moved me five minutes later)

I'm a hero

I saved the world today. I was on my way to work with I saw, on the corner of wall and greenwood, a group of people with signs. I looked and one said "honk to save the world." So naturally, and out of the goodness of my heart, I honked and I think I may have saved the world. I didn't notice any big differences right away, but maybe it's more of an unseen, underground kind of saving. I think it did a lot of good.

Escape the Nook

Family conversations can be extremely awkward, or extremely funny, depending on the family or your mood at the time. In my case as of late, they are usually the former, unfortunately. Tonight was one of those nights. It was in the middle of the meal and as I sat there stirring my soup with a slice of bread, I frantically tried to concoct a feasible plan of escape from the situation. Unfortunately, I found that many of those plans failed because I was despairingly corralled in by the table in front, a wall to the left, very close wall to the back and another person at my right. It was a very close breakfast nook-type area. To get out, I would have had to say "excuse me" thus interrupting the heated (and not very well communicated, I might say) conversation. I was not part of the family, so I did not feel like I had any say in the matter at hand, even though they kept trying to involve me perhaps in order to recruit me to their ranks. I basically kept brushing off their questions with a polite answer, nibbling at my food in the mean time. I am not a confrontational person, so I didn't end up pardoning myself from the table, but decided to ride out the awkwarness. Eating my delicious potato and cheese soup (at least there was good food involved), I patiently waited for an opening. Suddenly, I received a phone call from an unidentified number (I had been looking for a job at the time). Finally! Salvation! I was thus delivered from the table and to the solace of my room. Away from the cringing uncomfortableness and into a rather encouraging conversation with a representative of a church I applied at who thought my resume was "excellent." I thought so.

sweatpants

I own a pair of sweatpants, but never really wear them. My mom bought them for me when I broke my leg and I needed pants to wear that could fit over the big boot they made me wear. However, for some reason, I had an overwhelming desire today to wear them. Now I'm sitting here in my sweatpants and slippers typing on my computer. I find them quite comfortable. They're soft and have nothing in the pockets to cause unnecessary burden. It's an amazing concept that I have not come to discover until recently. Until now I have simply kept the clothes on that I was wearing all day. Maybe out of laziness or maybe out of...well, laziness. Come to think of it, laziness has restricted me in quite a few areas in my life. Not in any major areas like career or school, but in little things like not cooking or preparing anything when I'm hungry because there's nothing immediately available for eating, or showering regularly. I might get used to this sweatpants thing.

My parents' contribution to my birthday celebration

It was my birthday a week ago today and it was pretty fun. I got a free burger, a cheesecake, and a gift card to starbucks! Score! This is a very special day of the year and is made even more special by the antics of my loving parents. My dad never fails to sing the score to "happy birthday" to me, by himself, I might add, because my mom refuses to. And my mother has to tell the tale of how long she had to go into labor giving birth to me. This year I think she said 40 hours. The number seems to go up every year. haha, I love my parents.

deep thought about life and death.

I almost hit a deer today and almost swore. I think I was looking at my mp3 player or a tree or something and it just darted in front of my car. I can't imagine how I would feel if I hit an animal with my car, or killed one in any other sort of way. I love animals and don't like seeing them get hurt. I'd probably feel really bad cause they have families and everything who would be sad too. Actually one time I remember when I was thirteen, I accidentally ran some baby birds over with a lawn mower. When I realized it, I was stricken with grief and tore my garments. It was really messy too.