Cocaine Won The Civil War

Any other detail about my day today was eclipsed by my recently acquired knowledge that President Ulysses S  Grant did massive amounts of cocaine.  That's all you need to know...  R.I.P

Anger and Jeggings.

So there’s this thing called anger.  The other day my girlfriend and I had a run in with some serious amounts of it in a drug store.  After leaving the hospital where my girlfriend was diagnosed with a kidney infection that needed some serious prescription meds to help her get over it, we went to a nearby CVS to pick it up.  At first it seemed routine.  We gave the pharmacist our prescription and sat down to wait for it to be filled.  Then, while waiting, we were confronted with the frustration of an adjacent customer. “How long did she tell you your thing would take?”  Said a woman who had been seated and waiting before we had even got there.  “She said it would take fifteen minutes” I replied with the spirit of anyone who wishes to engage in conversation with a complete stranger at 11 o’clock PM.  She continued however, and as soon as possible used this encounter to convey to me that she was in terrible discomfort.   “You’ll be waiting twice that long. I’ve been waiting here for fifty minutes for a prescription that was supposed to take a mere thirty five minutes.  If they don’t do something in five minutes I’m going to do something.  I’m serious!  It’s these stupid interns they have no idea what they’re doing!”  I nod and acknowledge that my ears in the course of this one way conversation had not been sliced off.   Sure enough thirty seconds later, she gets up and goes over to the counter and begins to yell at the worker.  “I need to speak to the manager!” The four-foot-ten pharmaceutical tech who was confronted replied: “there’s no manager here right now.”  Then, the angry woman repeated her previous statement four times, each repetition louder than the one before.  Her booming voice shook the isles in a way that I can find no other explanation for than that her lungs had developed so much that they were the reason for the flesh that sagged over her five sizes to small jeggings.  Finally, with her voice approaching levels that would have blown down a house of bricks, the manager arrived on the scene.   “What wrong miss?” he asked with all manner of professionalism.  “I’ve been waiting here for twenty minutes over the time I was supposed to for my prescription to be filled and also, this lady lied to me and said there was no manager.  I don’t like being lied to!  I’m in pain!  I don’t have time for this girls screw ups.  She’s probably spending her time taking my pills rather than giving it to me ‘one for you, five for me, one for you, six for me….’ rather than doing her damn…”  My ears were off.   What unfolded next was some attempt to calm this berserker with the fact that the pharmaceutical tech meant there was no “pharmaceutical manager” in the store at that moment and that her prescription would be filled as quickly as possible(also, there was some comment later about how she couldn’t pay for her prescription after it had been filled).  We got out of there as soon as possible.

Yes I can understand frustration anger and feelings of being ignored.  Making a public spectacle in an inappropriate public place of your suffering is something I find hard to tolerate. Quietly talk to the manager and solve your problems like a decent human being.  Don’t blow the house down.

And buy jeggings that fit.  Or actually, just don’t buy them at all.

 

Smoking Laws on SUNY College Campuses

So there’s this thing in life called laws.  Sometimes you appreciate them sometimes you don’t.   Personally I would feel bad if a law that directly affected me was implemented without my prior knowledge.  That being said, to anyone who smokes cigarettes on SUNY run college campuses, in 2014 a law will go into effect that bans the use of cigarettes on the campus at any given time.  The penalty for being caught smoking is two hundred dollars. 

Here is an old article by WSKG that outlines the details of the law:

 http://www.wskg.org/wskg_news/tobacco-free-suny-possible-2014

Since then, such a law is now passed and will be in full effect by 2014.  If you smoke and go to a SUNY school and are upset about this.  I suggest you take some form of action before it is too late. 

It's Under Nine Thousand!!!

Today my sad attempt to put my entire daily life on the internet has been visited three thousand times.   While part of me feels a little awesome about this minuscule triumph in my quest to understand blogging, another part of me questions whether I am wasting my time cataloging my life in a public diary of which someday something I say may be used against me. It seems that in recognizing that I have yielded to the fact that very little anymore is private, I have begun to view this thing I’m doing in a different perspective. Put quite plainly, if someone wanted to find out a lot of stuff about me they could…  

Regardless of this fact I will not stop (sorry Katarina Carleo) because I believe that sometimes doing something is better than doing nothing.  Maybe looking back from an older age I might remember better  that snot nosed college student who was trying to do god knows what with his life. So I guess I might as well be courteous to myself as well as to those people who stopped their day in order to care about my life and reveal several things that I haven’t already.

-I still keep my stuffed killer whale named Whales Fargo that I got at SeaWorld when I was a kid in my room at all times.

-I enjoy Manga such as OnePiece, Claymore, and Full Metal Alchemist.

-I enjoy Magic the gathering and my favorite color to play is red.

-I play way too much “Star Wars, Emipire At War” than I’d care to admit (Joe when you are older you better still play video games or I will reach through a dimension in time and throw my useless ass WII at your face).

- I write poetry…

Thank you for your time internet.  That is all. 

KEVIN!

As I sit in my room harmlessly reading Kafka’s Metamorphosis, I hear from my window the quite loud and angry sound of a woman who is apparently upset with someone named Kevin.  I believe her exact words were: “Fuck you Kevin! Fuck you!” While I laughed to myself a little, I’m sure there was a perfectly understandable reason for her frustration.  But then again, I’ve yet to know a bad Kevin.  After all, I love Kevin James in The King of Queens.  There’s also Kevin Garnett who is considered one of the most dominant and versatile players of his time.  There’s even Kevin who lives down the hall from me he’s really cool too.  Hi Kevin!  With all that said I believe this outburst of profanity was unjustified and that the woman for slandering Kevin’s good name should come forth and apologize.  Seriously people, we need to treat our Kevin’s with respect!

Kevin Hart people... COME ON!