Text Offender (digigasm) wrote,
Text Offender

Yesterday I rode my bike to Everett to sign up for a class. It felt good to be on my bike again. I found out that I did a really good job on the English portion of my assessment test. This is good because I'm probably going to major in English. I signed up for Speech 101; I don't know why. It was about the only credit class that fit into my schedule and I assume I'll need it for my degree. I'm not really worried about the degree. If I end up taking credits that don't transfer I don't care. I'm just taking classes so I can keep my brain in shape and maybe increase my contact with the human population that generates so much anxiety. Face your fears "they" say. At the rate of 1 class/quarter, it's going to take 20+ years to get my MIS anyway. What's an extra 3-4 months?

As soon as I entered the building to sign up for my class, a guy walked up to me and just started talking to me like he was continuing a conversation we'd started earlier. Or as if I had asked him what he was doing there. He was telling me how his "friend" was going to help him get his masters degree in Archeological Astronomy. He said his "friend" had a similar degree and was the top in her field. I asked him what Archeological Astronomy was. He said it was the study of civilization's interaction with alien cultures throughout history.

We talked about some really cool shit. Space Travel. Area 51. WWII. He made sure to mention multiple times that he had ADD. Then he started talking about aliens being in government positions and that the entire industrial revolution was made possible by an intelligence trade treaty with aliens. The information age was kick-started after the capture of alien technology in Siberia. He also said that he built a particle laser in 10th grade that would vaporize plate-steel. I said "Umm....".

I'm not one to judge people by their appearance, but the guy looked like he was homeless and had a generally distracted personality. Still, it was fun confiding with a total stranger about my desires to become an historical archivist on a Mars mission and not have him give me the look I was probably giving him :) He told me to go for it. He said I would do well if I was able to step back and look at the big picture once in a while. "All it requires is the ability to think differently from the rest of the herd", he said. He also advised me not to be afraid to gain education outside of the educational institution. What a strange guy.

After signing up for my class (I am #3 on the waiting list, grrr) I decided to take the bus home since it was getting close to my bed time. When I got on the bus, the driver asked if I wanted to drive. He sounded dead-serious, but I joked with him about me not knowing the route.

I was naughty and bought some tobacco after 3-4 weeks of being nicotine free. I feel like a weak loser but I needed something so I could face another work-week.

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