Air Castles - Virus
I bring you good tidings of frustrating joy: Erico has finally given me a straight answer regarding their hostage. Apparently, Piaggio discontinued the LT50 series, so the part I require doesn't exist. As such, I have two options: 1) Wait 6-8 months for the Romans to manufacture and ship a headlight faring, or 2) have Erico fit a nonstandard faring on the bike. However, with the nonstandard faring comes another issue: the new faring would interfere with the front turn signals. Don't ask me how; it just will. Now, I can either choose to forfeit the signals and get my bike back sooner, or I can have them retrofit new blinkers at the cost of more time.
Spell it with me, kids. L-U-D-I-C-R-O-U-S.
I've had to kick some rather large scholastic asses around this week: 4 papers, a poetry portfolio, and the usual smattering of busywork. Fortunately, I have only one paper remaining, and it's a measly two-pager on a classical composer outside the Big Three (Mozart, Beethoven, and Haydn for the uncultured). I'm thinking of doing Daniel Turk. I suppose I should decide, as it's due tomorrow.
I aim to terminate my employment with Spring Creek forthwith. I know, I just got the job, but working there made me realize a few things. First, all nursing home work is the same. Sprink Creek's higher level of incompetence is the only difference. Second, nursing homes are a terrible idea. The people in them have no hope of leaving; they're there to die. It's just a condescending attempt by our society to make these people believe we still value them. Sure, I'm sure their children (through love or guilt) are glad they're still alive, but there's no escaping the plain truth: it's a death house. Third, the shockingly young age of some of the residents disturbs me. We just got a new girl who looks several years shy of sweet sixteen. That's just not natural.
As such, I'm applying to good ol' Barnes and Noble. They seek holiday help, but hopefully my stunning good looks and animal magnetism will land me a permanent place. If not, I'll coast for awhile. Employment's a bitch, anyway.
Rejoice: Shadow of the Colossus shall occupy my weekend.
Spell it with me, kids. L-U-D-I-C-R-O-U-S.
I've had to kick some rather large scholastic asses around this week: 4 papers, a poetry portfolio, and the usual smattering of busywork. Fortunately, I have only one paper remaining, and it's a measly two-pager on a classical composer outside the Big Three (Mozart, Beethoven, and Haydn for the uncultured). I'm thinking of doing Daniel Turk. I suppose I should decide, as it's due tomorrow.
I aim to terminate my employment with Spring Creek forthwith. I know, I just got the job, but working there made me realize a few things. First, all nursing home work is the same. Sprink Creek's higher level of incompetence is the only difference. Second, nursing homes are a terrible idea. The people in them have no hope of leaving; they're there to die. It's just a condescending attempt by our society to make these people believe we still value them. Sure, I'm sure their children (through love or guilt) are glad they're still alive, but there's no escaping the plain truth: it's a death house. Third, the shockingly young age of some of the residents disturbs me. We just got a new girl who looks several years shy of sweet sixteen. That's just not natural.
As such, I'm applying to good ol' Barnes and Noble. They seek holiday help, but hopefully my stunning good looks and animal magnetism will land me a permanent place. If not, I'll coast for awhile. Employment's a bitch, anyway.
Rejoice: Shadow of the Colossus shall occupy my weekend.
1 Comments:
OMG, Peter... OMG... shadow is FABULOUS.
so heroic! so epic!
!
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