Life as of recently.
went to disneyland. found out, san bernardino is officially the smoggiest part of the state as of recently. applied to try out as a san diego beach lifeguard. watching korean and thai movies. good day.
an interesting day.
had an interesting day. Went with Allison and another girl, on a wild goose chase of death defying adventures. To a bs big whig luncheon where I put on a prof’s name tag. Ate some pizza at an outdoor Costco. Went back to school, blah blah blah. Everything we tried to do was closed, art museum, all kinds of stuff. Then we found out one of the kinesiology professors, who I hadnt met yet, but I think I might have seen, and Allison had def told me bout, was announced as a fugitive at large for selling meth and running a biker club. Funny thing is, I was just looking up the Hells Angels to see if they had any here and was thinking maybe, just maybe… and this was last fuckin night! Whut, whut!?
duck farts.
So yesterday I helped with 2 underwater weighings. Its supposed to be the “gold standard” (imagine fists on my waist while saying that) in how much body fat you have. I also helped with a VO2max study again for the running economy with barefoot vs shoes, but… well, the chick running just bitched out, and complained bout everything. So later, I asked what you had to do to be a guinea pig for the study, and guess what?! Ima be a guinea pig! So I get to see how bad my cardio has turned to shit. Yay! But I never realized how good an experience this is for me to not just get my foot into grad school, this is more like kicking the fucking door in! I mean, granted I still have to take the GRE and stuff, but I’m going to have a ton of lab experience whereas, a bunch of people are not going to. Like I never even thought to know what the names and brands of all the machines are that I could use.
I had my interview with Breckenridge Outdoor Education Center today. Everything seemed to go ok. I’m surprised when she talked bout my driving record, she only asked about if I had a valid drivers license. Cause yeah, I have one, but my past is a different shady story, but oh well. So I ran over a bus load of kids with an earthmover, its not a big deal. haha! And I still, to my knowledge, haven’t got my letter of reference in. So who knows, I might be screwed for all I know. But if I do get it, I can have people stay at the cabin on the mountain for a day or 2 I think. As long as its not during black out periods like spring break or xmas.
Soo, I have an interesting set of roommates, I’ve determined. The owner and his girlfriend seem mostly chill. But then the other roommates…
So, I have a very…effeminate black guy for a roommate. He cuts hair for a living, I think I might have mentioned him before. He talks a lot, which I’m cool with. But now… I’m not exactly sure what his deal is. He likes to tell me that he “saw me on my bicycle again”. like a lot. Of course I’m on my fuckin’ bicycle! I dont know if thats all he can muster up to talk bout now, or if he has the hots for me. Not really sure. But he was polite when I had my interview in the living room today.
Then my other roommate? roommates? So the very next door, I have some chill white dude, who has a girlfriend come over every once in a while, and they both seem cool. But then there’s this other motherfucker, who seems like his sidekick or some shit. He’s not here all the time, and I think he might be said dudes brother (not exactly sure on their names). But this emo Eeyore pos, cant even say hi. Not hello, hows it goin, nothing. He just looks at you. And its not like he’s deaf, I have deaf friends. And he was talkin to the owner dude earlier today bout how to beat some video game. I usually just see him on his computer on the small mattress laying on the ground. Maybe I should I should give him a case of monster to prompt his shady judgement. Or a piece of dogshit, I dont care. I think this is why I like living alone. Oh, and sidekick boy sleeps on the couch downstairs when other dude has his gf over apparently, how nice.
We caught a raccoon in the trap the other night. God, I have to put up my pictures! But my computer is really close to the brim on memory, and Im a little worried. So it might be worried.
But anyways, raccoon. We caught it, and it looked like it was pretty small. I got to talk to animal control the next day. He said he’d seen them 3 times as big. So my desert urban roommates were wrong! ha! But he had kevlar gloves which I’d heard about when I was in boy scouts, but never actually seen. I’d heard that possums could bite through them. He said all kinds of stuff could, raccoons, possums, dogs you could feel them through. He said he was more worried bout their claws. So he went up supposedly a mile away, to the reservoir… thats apparently bout across the street almost, and let him go. That was sometime last week. But since it was a baby probably… and theyre pack animals I think, I figure theres more. And sure ‘nuff, I scared somethin dark off, about the size of a raccoon a few nights ago! So, yeah, more fun duck stuff. Oh, and I was starting to hate herding the ducks. I scared the shit out of them last week, literally. Never heard a duck fart till then, its pretty gross.
But luckily he’s decided to keep them out at night now…
woot wooten woot!
Was supposed to help Dr. Moffat with some… who knows at 10, showed up a lil late, and apparently he still wasnt there. So I helped out in the exercise phys lab with some VO2max tests. I think I shocked Dr. Wilkins with my VO2max score that I did in April. A student asked her what the highest she had seen on a test. She replied “lower 60’s”, and I told her that I had 67, and that our lab had a lady in her 60’s the week before I did mine that had a low 70’s. She seemed like all that was absurd, like lance armstrong scores! haha But I guess they do more work with children and disabled folks possibly, not totally sure on that. Whereas our prof’s seem more tilted towards the older population and elite athletes. Plus, I dont think there were any athletes in their exercise physiology class today. And besides, screw Lance Armstrongs VO2max, I want his lactic threshold, or that of some xc skiier!
One thing I didnt like, is there stop protocols, they said they knew them, but I watched someones RER go up to 1.3, as in W…T…F! They just went until they pretty much fell, but they did have spotters. They also started them out walking for a few stages, but theyre effin college students, so they had a jacked up elevation grade, but they werent even going that fast. Who knows, they were considerably close to the same length of tests that I’ve witnessed, and they have ecg’s here, which is pretty cool, cause I havent had a class in that yet.
Then I went to go help Dr. Moffat. He wasnt there, but Allison was, so I helped her until, good god, like almost 6! Doing mundane stuff like calling bout donations and whatnot, and just mindless busy work. But she’s pretty cool and I guess I have a friend here now, considering I just think of my roommates as just that. (WHO MENTION DISNEYLAND AND THEN DONT FUCKIN TAKE ME THERE, BITCHES!!!!)
…and shit, I just noticed I missed the deadline for the surfing trip from the rec center this weekend in San Diego. boo.
Just saw my first squirrel here!
Ps. Not very may squirrels here. and they look weird, like they’re made of some grey and brown fluffy super desert cotton!
Are your parents home?
So, didnt make it to big bear, or anywhere exactly. Stupid google sent me on roads that were meant for offroad jeeps, or government vehicles. But I did walk my bike up a ways until I just got sick of the shit.
Had a volunteer chick ring on the doorbell, and ask me if my fucking parents were home. WHUT. THE. FUCK. really lady, and then asked me if I was registered to vote after I told her I had JUST moved here. Sorry, insult kinda pushes me into a zone where I dont want to vote for your precious city council member. have a nice day!
