So..here it is another Monday morning,although it is nearing the noon hour and hence will nto be morning anymore. Another one bites the dust. I managed to pull myself out of bed on time and sip a cupof tea and eat ayogurt before getting dressed adn debating about which bike to ride downtown, to Stumptown, where my much needed morning coffee("Medium double americano?" the girl behind the counter asks knowingly.Yes,yes, I do want that. Give it to me,now,baby.Oh yeah. Is it bad to be predicatable when ordering one's drink at the cafe? hmm. Sometimes I throw em for a loop and get a mocha...oh, the excitement) awaited me.After this all important deliberation came to a draw(road bike,of course, as it is the only one with fenders right now)I head out the door. Of course, the bus is coming just then,and had I wanted to catch it my timing would've been perfect.I almost tossed the bike back inside but decided to stick to my guns and get on the bike(get on the fucking bike!allez!allez!)and head downtown.
I was very pleased this morning heading down Broadway to note that most of the drivers had it together, no crazy turns!, only one guy who forgot to signal, no crazy parallel parking fools not paying attention, no opening doors. It was a swell moment. Getting on the Broadway Bridge soem cyclist stopped abrubtly causingth eguy in front of me to swerve quickly and luckily I was payinag nough attention to follow his line. Brakes are sounding like they are dying. Maybe it is just the fender? teh guy in front of me looked back at one point due to the agonizing sound they were producing. I managed to look innocent,"Oh these brakes? They aren't mine. I mean I hardly know them..." and not care that they were bothering his ears, he wasn't even wearing a helmet so I can't be bothered with is opinion.
After succesfully getting my caffeine fix of the morning I called up Jarachitos to order the breakfast tacos. Man, those things are tasty.It is advisable to call ahead cos there always seems to be a wait, no matter what tinme of day it is. sadly i didn't operate quickly enough and stil lwound up missing my bus because of this. I debated whether or not I should just ride to school but wanting to actaully drink my coffee,and attempt to do my Russian homework,which I had ignored all week,I needed to bus it.
I met Natasha on the bus, a seemingly nice lady hailing from Moscow.She has been living here in Portland for a year and a half, has an eight year old son(who is forgetting how to read in Russian), is taking English classes at PCC, and going to beauty school, cos she is a hairtstylist,and wants a greencard. She misses life back in Russia,and isn't having much of a good time here in the states. Damn. Amazing what you can learn about people in just a few minutes on the bus.She had spied me looking at my Russian book and darted across the aisle with the announcement of "I can help!" Unfortunately her limited English and my sad attempt at Russian didn't get us very far along,but she did clue me into a few terms that I didn't know,so that was helpful. "Splasiba natasha,splasiba!"(I'm taking liberty with that spelling,ok?thanks.)
I arrive at school twenty minutes late and head to class,slightly saddened by my always late arrival, but I know the teacher must expect it by now. Hell, I have missed that class about 5 times, so it isn't as if I'm winning any wards for perfect attendance. Do we have a chart with gold stars? that coudl possibly be motivational. Can I win a free coffee or sumthin'? Shit. You mean I have to pay for this anad show up on time? No way,Jose. I tried to pay attentiona nd take notes throughout the class, but my mind kept wandering to all this ridiculous nonsense that pretty much seems to be my life currently. My note taking skills are poor anyhow, but I managed not to draw all over my notebook, and actaully jot down some info from time to time. after class when the instructor asked the late people to coem up so he could mark us down for attendence he asked me if I was going out to the race at Krugers next week. Why,yes, I am. He said he was gonna try to come watch it with his fam. Cool, except do I really want my professor to see me clad in spandex? good lord.It is embarassing enough that all the other racers have to see that. Oh,spandex...it is so weird.
Anyhow,getting back to my morning ritual of trying on seventeen sweaters before settling on the first one I tried on,I had the news on(a rare rare rare occurence indeed)in the hope that school would be closed due to the alert of snow. No such luck, but instead I got to be reminded just how inane people in the world are. There was talk of Prince Williams possible marriage to Katie someone-Walmart,or was it Target?, is all ready to print up commemorative plates and mugs,y'all.Get on it. There was this section posing th equestion "Are people being ruder these days?" (Yes, the answer is yes!).Ok, I should admit this was the Today show, interspersed with news things from ch.8, so it isn' t like I was expecting much anyhow, but still....I did get to hear about the Pope's pending visit to Turkey(um,great) and had to witness the fact that el presidente is still in existence doing god only knows what. He was wearing a suit and walking..thats about all I could stomach before having to run away from the television. It was announced that the current temperature was 35 degrees. I went outside to confirm the coldness,came back in shouting "35!!!" and continued to get ready.
Whilst in my history class I decided to not attend Russian cos I didn't want to go with my homework unfinished,and then upon departure of class I noted it was snowing. I quickly telephoned someone this ever so important information, though they chose to not answer my call, because they are fun like that. (grumble grumble)I think it is nice to share weather notices with ones friends...So I texted (oh somebody please save me from this technology) someone else with the groundshaking news and hustled to the computer lab, to register for classes and write this drivel. I should be doing countless other things, or just goingback home to curl up in bed even, but I've been growing more and more disenchanted with everything and felt the desire to say something via this blog, which may or may not even be noticed.
Besides the obvious craziness of the world I am continously dismayed by people,specific people and people in general. There is so much disconnection now, it is rather disconcerting. I am not saying it is actaully anything new, I am sure some people have always felt this way, throughout time, but it is still bothersome. I can't quite comprehend why people don't want to make strong connections. It is so much easier, I suppose, to be involved in superflous rituals rather than actaully speaking about things you care about. I look around and everyone seems to want to dumb themsleves down,and yeah, I understand it is a coping mechanism,but really,why?
I don't wanna have some cumbersome intellectual conversation every second of the day, hell, I like to laugh and have fun, but its about balance,people. I'm waiting for the scales to tip....