I started my program here in Seattle and while the content is good, the people aren't really. Now, the people in general are good its just a few people that I have to deal with. Like the guy who doesn't believe an evolution and thinks being a Pagan comes from abortion, drugs, and promiscuity. Then the ex army girl who got a medical discharge for a dumb reason so she wouldn't have to go to Iraq, but it taking advantage of the GI Bill and some disability pay despite only 1.5 years in the military. But the mormon guy (with FOUR kids) and the girl with the Neurobiology degree are cool. Oh, and I get to fly an airplane next week. Yeah, a real airplane.
When I received news that Beachams dad passed away last week, I went into a bit of a moody/emo panic mode. I didn't know what to do- whether I should text, send a card, play the ignorance 3000 mile away card or what. Then I remembered when Tommy died- how none of my friends addressed it and how I was supposed to be okay by the next day. The pain supposedly fades, but it never has. I wish I would have had a friend to stick by me then. I called Stone to ask to spend a night or two, then I packed a bag and got to the airport at 2am. After waiting a few hours, getting to Phoenix, and then waiting another few hours for a flight to open up, I final got to Atlanta.
I think that's when I realized how awesome my friends are and how much they mean to me. It made me feel horribly guilty though- I was there to support a friend at a time of need yet at the same time I was so happy to get to spend a few days with the women that I view as my family. We fight, we argue (often over really stupid stuff), but when it comes down to it, we still love each other and are there for eachother.
The funeral was nice... except apparently learning that peoples most important decision in life to is accept Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior so that they can go to heaven... I don't know where Pagans and everyone else go, but I hope there's alcohol and a pool. I hope when it is my turn to pass, there are as many people saying nice things about me and recanting funny stories as there were for Mr. Beacham.
And now I'm back, in a beautiful place, but horribly alone (well, I got Ding and Dong, but they can't talk so it doesn't count). I managed to get hit while crossing the street with Biscuit today by the high school. This stupid teenager was texting and didn't even bother to get out of her car once she saw I was okay. Of course, that pissed me off to no end, so I got in front of her car so she couldn't drive off. She rolled down the window (didn't even get out of the fucking car), just kind of looked at me blankly, so I reached into her car, grabbed her phone, and threw it as hard as I could at the ground. Then, to make my point, I stomped on in and ground it. She had the gall to call me a bitch and burst into tears (for ruining her social life, no doubt), and I yelled something to the effect of "Tell your mom what happened to your phone and see if she buys you a new one". Dumb bitch. Had she actually hurt me, I would have called the cops and sued for all that she was worth. But it was more of a tap and now she can't text. Until she gets a new phone that is.
Okay, that's the end of my ramblings. I have a world (of warcraft) to save