||[Mar. 12th, 2005|11:36 pm]
Who would have thought you needed a “passport” to ride a "bus" into "Canada"? Who the fuck wants to harm Canada anyway? I hear they empty all incoming buses and do a full-cavity search on all women over 65 just to be thorough. Somehow I missed the “proper identification when traveling to a foreign land” memo. My erroneous ways reamed my plans to have an exciting beginning to spring break. The pieces of my broken dreams are now scattered about the dejected avenues of Albany and Troy, as I had the somber pleasure of riding a CDTA bus back to RPI from the Greyhound station.
I was going to write some kind of commentary about the nature of food waste, but I couldn’t seem to come up with anything remotely compelling. If you need proof of the complete absence of any writing ability that I may or may not have previously had, refer to anything in this entry.
For anyone who is curious: I will receive decisions from NYU and Columbia by the end of April.
Happy Father’s Day to all the big poppas!
One last thing… Recently, it occurred to me that all adults at RPI have no conception of modern slang. My biology instructor could not comprehend what “the ladies” were when I drew out the “a” sound. Similarly, he completely blanked out when I addressed him as “baby.” In another course, I responded to a professor’s question by saying “word,” but gave up after he ask me to repeat myself multiple times. I got a similar response from my work study professor when I told her that the RFLP gel I poured “was going to be sweet.” Now I just take pleasure in confusing my respectable academic instructors with these dubious artifacts of modern culture. At least it is entertaining.
That’s all for today, folks. Now I must retreat back into solitude for another two months.