Um... They're just exercising

Just a quick note on something that happened this weekend.

This past weekend I spent a good deal of time with my nine year old cousin. He's a good kid and I think we had a lot of fun. I have Nintendo thumb for the first time in years and I was schooled in Mario Kart. I'm still bitter about that, but he set it to 150cc. THAT'S TOO FREAKIN' HARD! I kicked ass at 50cc and occasionally forgot that you have to actually move the controller to stear instead of using the up/down buttons (muscle memory from nearly TWENTY years ago does not go away). Anyway, as we were leaving my house to go pick his parents up from the airport, I heard this odd noise. Now we're standing on the street and walking to the car. He asks me what the noise is, and I suddenly realize that one of my fantastic neighbors is watching PORN. Not just watching porn, but watching it with the volume FULL BLAST. WHO DOES THAT?! So there I am with a nine year old asking me what that noise is. I do what anyone in that situation would do and told him that I think it's someone exercising and that he needs to get in the car or we're going to be late. He shut the door just as a steady stream of expletives as well as a question as to whether someone was enjoying the "excercise" poured from a window.

SERIOUSLY PEOPLE! I do NOT need to hear your porn NOR do I need to explain it to a nine year old. Mr. Pornasaurus Rex, YOU SUCK (and you need to get better porn because that sounded horrible and low production value).

I like trains, changing weather, and the perpetuation of bad habits

Today, for the first time all week, I was able to stand at the bus stop and not feel like a drowned rat. I wore sunglasses! I wore a cotton hoodie (which would have been horrible in the rain as cotton is very absorbent.) I was able to hold my coffee cup without juggling an umbrella and my iPhone, while desperately trying to prevent said phone from getting wet (water + technology = death). I also felt like one of the mole people. THE LIGHT! IT BURNS MEEEEE! Thank god I had sunglasses. (and thank god this thing autosaves since I just refreshed the whole damned thing and almost completely lost what I had written, and thus my will to write) Anyway, I'm just glad that Boston is drying out. It's nice to not feel soggy.

I'm taking tomorrow off from work. Yay four day weekend! It won't be all fun and games. This weekend, or at least part of it, I will be babysitting a nine year old and an 80+ year old. I feel like there's some sort of joke/amazing movie treatment that could be made from all this. Don't get me wrong. I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to the break. I foresee pizza and Guitar Hero in the future. Maybe McDonalds. What? Every kid needs an adult in their life who will indulge and sneak them candy before church. This is what builds the ties that bind.

I am excited about my pending train ride though. I love riding the train. Give me a window seat, some good music streaming through my headphones, and a cup of coffee and I'm a happy camper. I like watching everything whoosh by. One thing I've always wanted to do is take a train ride across the country. I think it would be much more interesting than a plane ride and just think of all the fun stories I can blog about.

I just re-read everything that I wrote. I'm a huge dork. And to all of you who scoffed at me about "Gleeking" it's in Wikipedia, bitches! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gleek

Turning over a new leaf... maybe

I've come to realize that I'm not the best blogger on Earth. I have a very hard time actually writing something everyday/month. It's not that actually as much as I feel like I have to write something of quality every time I post. I could totally write something every day, but would it be worth reading? I'm hypercritical of myself so I'm not a good judge of that. Maybe I'll try writing something everyday. I have to warn you though, some days the post may be as succinct as "life can blow me." Although, when I start a post with something like that, I will most likely be compelled to explain. I'm all for being entertaining, but I don't necessarily want to chronicle every waking moment of my life. It's mostly boring. Life, in general, is boring. Imagine having every moment of your life be exciting. Sounds EXHAUSTING. Seriously! It would be like living as a Jack Russel Terrier. OMG! You woke up!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! That's awesome! Now you're peeing!!!! (In all fairness, peeing can be pretty exciting, especially if you've had to hold it FOREVER. Your eyes are watering, you're doing the weewee dance and praying to god that you don't actually wet yourself. I know I'm not the only one who's let out a sigh of relief and a silent prayer of thanks for a bathroom.) You get my point though, right? Life is not supposed to be a non-stop, action-packed ride. That much excitement would kill me dead.

BUUUUUUUT I have digressed yet again. Yeah, posting. I'm going to try and do it. Even just a few words. Feel free to prod me/remind me. Or better yet, you guys should totally start doing interesting/weird-ass things. Then I'll elaborate and write something about it. I'm not the only one who rides a bus, people!

I leave you all with a completely non-bus related story, but I find it humorous and educational.

A few weeks ago I was over in the MGH area with some time to kill. It was a beautiful day so I got a non fat, no whip, grande cafe mocha and decided to walk over the foot bridge and sit next to the Charles and watch the sail boats and duck boats. (ASIDE - whenever I walk along the Charles, or any river for that matter, I always look for a body. It's reedy. It's Boston. I like to be prepared! Imagine the shock if you're not prepared, or WORSE you don't see the body! Then you're of no help and evidence is degrading by the second! I like to be helpful.) As I was walking over the foot bridge I somehow splashed cafe mocha all over my shirt. Luckily, I was wearing scrubs so no harm, no foul, BUT cafe mocha looks like poo. I'm wearing scrubs, which are in existence to prevent ruining REAL clothes with all sorts of bodily yuck. I was faced with a decision: should I just roll with it and feel as though I have to explain to everyone that it's just coffee and not poo, OR do I take off the scrub top and walk around in the wholly in appropriate t-shirt underneath (A billiards themed shirt declaring "Nice Rack!" #laundryday). I took off the scrub top and went with the t-shirt. I did have a hoodie to wear so only "Nice" was showing, but I was a little too warm for the rest of the afternoon. Oh well. Moral of the story - Don't spill cafe mocha on yourself, but if you have to make sure that you have a decent undershirt on.