So nobody reads this shit except for kris, Rob and the occasional Chris right? well, I guess I count for something to, being all non illiterate and stuff. I actually start work on wednesday, 10-5, getting to sleep in is a bonus, and I was told to wear my "grubbies". yep that's right.
Slowly and surely I am cutting all ties with the red cross. Odd people still call me at 7:30 in the morning demanding answers to the most insipid questions that anyone with an ounce of logical perception could solve without effort, and some random people jump on my car to get my attention just to stick out their tongues/moon me, but the classes are ending, the piles of useless pilfered equipment and paraphenalia are slowly dwindeling and going on to more useful purposes, and I no longer know the name of every current instuctor from one end of the Island to the other, even if they do know me for some reason. It's kind of sad in a way, I've become one of the names that people mention when they talk about their old r.c. escapades and living through inhuman conditions and situations with. It makes me feel old and forgotten. Or not really forgotten, but gotten over. Kind of like all those people from highschool that just don't talk to you or won't, and those friends that you call or visit that are so happy to see you again but then don't really want to have anything to do with you. Yeah, now that I've bummed out myself and probably you if you've continued to read this far into my rant, I think I'll go have a glass of milk and go to bed. 'night
Monday, May 27
