Clark Had A Normal Day! Translation: Hell Has Frozen Over!

Well, it's Thursday and that's exciting. Worked out two days in a row now and am taking tomorrow off. I really want to go but school, which started this week, is already kicking my ass. We have no session on Monday the 16th because of Martin Luther King Jr. Day, so we have a makeup scheduled for FRIDAY NIGHT! G-R-O-S-S! Hmm, 6-9pm on a Friday night: would I rather be working out, pregaming and getting ready to get my drink awn or sitting in class getting my learn awn.

You know the answer, so I don't need to say. However, aside from that I also have to work this weekend. Double lame, yes, but I am going to be getting some cool data from my efforts. I won't go into detail because it's all scientific-like, but I'll be getting pretty pictures that tell me a lot!

I was going to go home this weekend but, since I have to work, I can't. However... I will be seeing some friends on Saturday that I've not seen in a while and hopefully going out after we have dinner and I bum their laundry facilities for a bit. Because let's be honest, I need to drink every weekend it seems to stay sane. If I'm not able to go home, have a makeup class AND have to work on any given weekend you can bet your ass that the need to drink is infinitely higher than a typical weekend.

I'm happy to say, surprisingly, nothing crazy or ridiculous has happened today. And, even more shockingly, while I was coming back from the gym I saw an accident at the intersection of Mt. Hope/15 and Crittenden Blvd. and successfully circumnavigated it! What's shocking about this is not that I avoided the traffic, but that I didn't get lost while doing it. I think everyone knows, but I have horrible geographical and navigational skills. I guarantee that if you drive with me for any period of time, I'm wrong more that 50% of the time about which way to go where there are only two choices. I'm not kidding, it's horrible. I guess Naomi's Indian instincts must be wearing off on me.

Reviving and Thriving

Well here I am again, randomly stumbling upon this blog I made many years ago. It's actually never been lost, just neglected, as it's been on my shortcut bar this whole time. I thought maybe I should start sharing my ridiculous experiences in life to the world... again. I suppose much of this is told through Facebook, but not to the detail that a blog can go in to.

Recently I have concluded that cops just don't like me. Or, I should say, I like to think they hate me because they give me tickets and make me take sobriety tests far more often than I really deserve. In code that's my way of saying I get away with a lot of shit then get caught and blamed for random accusations... too often.

For example, several Saturdays ago I was on the way to a bar with my buddy Mike. Now, we had been drinking at my place for maybe an hour beforehand. Nothing crazy, I think we each had two drinks. In fact, we had less than that because we dumped some of our second beverage down the drain. I know what you're all thinking, alcohol abuse, but listen: we had places to be, people to see and bitches to put in check!

Now, on the way there and shortly after getting onto the road, I had to make an abrupt lane change due to the car in front of my slamming on their brakes, throwing their left turn signal on and stopping. The intersection is rather odd because it's two lanes before the light but only one immediately after. Of course in an ideal situation I'd have signaled this lane change, but this was far from ideal... dumb station wagon.

Anyway, about a block down the road I get pulled over and at this point I really have no idea why. The only thing I can think of is I might have been waiving my hands wildly in the car to Rihanna, but that's really not a good reason to get stopped in my opinion. Moving on, I'd like to mention briefly that I'm always very proper when getting pulled over. I keep my hands at ten and two, no sudden movements and am extremely polite to the officer in question. When he approached the Passat I told him that my window was frozen and I needed to open the door. He said fine, I gave him my information and he promptly disappeared. He comes back a short while later, asks me to step out of the car and initiates a sobriety test. Long story short, I pass with flying colors and he gives me a ticket for failure to signal a lane change.

I'd like to point out that, after directly looking at my inspection, he ignored that it was 5 months past due and rather than give me a ticket for something valid, gave me some bullshit write-up without ever asking why I did what I did. The reason this whole situation irks me, aside from that it wasn't my fault, is because I am constantly yelling at people while in my car when I see that they don't use their turn signals. WHY, BITCHES... WHY!? Those little lights and pieces of plastic cost thousands of dollars to install and replace and are far more easy to use than, oh say, the radio! As such, I always use them and it's a particularly rude smack to my junk to give me a ticket for not using them. It would be like, hmm, what's a good analogy? It would be like giving Kelly Clarkson a coupon for a free voice lesson because she missed a note: clearly that bitch can sing but you just happen to catch her at her one fail moment.

Anyway, I'm tired of explaining this story, getting cranky because I still have yet to go to my hearing where I shall plead not guilty and my fingers are getting sore from typing. Maybe this is why I stopped posting on here. I will entertain you all again shortly... or maybe in three years. Same thing really.

Darien Lake

So all in all, today was pretty cool. I spent the day with Naomi and her friend Tiffany at Darien Lake. I've not been there in six years, so this adventure was long overdue. Having recently gone to Cedar Point though, Darien Lake was a pretty big downgrade. That being said, you can bet I still had a blast with my girls!

To be honest, one might say I was in rare form today. Or perhaps, one might say I was suffering from extreme sleep deprivation as a result of having gone out both Friday and Saturday nights. Regardless of the explanation, the quote of the day was made (not surprisingly) by your's truly while on our very first ride!

Tiffany and I had shared a seat for Superman. As we approached the summit, I happened to look to the left and saw a track that looked really awesome. I pointed it out to Tiffany and yelled "What ride is that!?" Her response, slightly delayed as she tried to determine if this man she had just met was kidding, was "That's this ride."

Yes Tiffany, it certainly was! For those of you who have been to Darien Lake, the track I had inquired about was in fact the first big loop following the huge Superman drop. This was clearly evident by the blue and red colors of the rail support system designed to match Superman's outfit.

It wasn't until the end of the ride that I really felt like a bonehead. I looked back at the track and thought "Wow, what a stupid question!" Unfortunately for me, Naomi and Tiffany agreed! As a result, any joke made all day (of which there were many considering our group) ended with "What ride is that!?"

*Sigh* Although I may play a minor role in life, at least I know I have one!

On a slightly "Debbie Downerish" side note, even though I had a great time with the Naomi and Tiffany all I could think about the entire day was Cedar Point. That, even more so than the looming dark clouds that eventually ended our day, was the largest distraction of all.

Sometimes, I just don't get myself. Coincidentally, this explains why some of my friends don't get me either! Hahaha, oh boy, I crack myself up!

Relentless

Relentless and cruel, that is what life can sometimes be.

The Lord can giveth and the Lord can taketh from both you and me.

Right now it seems that the Lord has called upon our dearest friend Lyndsay.

It may not be easy for us to take or even comprehend.

We may have to open our minds so that our hearts will fully mend.

The Lord has asked us to trust him and with all our love to Lyndsay send.

Relentless and cruel, that is how life can sometimes appear.

Our hearts and our minds may become polluted by sorrow and fear.

But we have to remember that Lyndsay is in our hearts forever near.

Rest in peace, dear Lyndsay. I knew you not nearly as well as I should have nor nearly as well as our friends. It is they who are truly blessed to have really known you, someone who is as amazing as they are beautiful and as smart as they are caring. I will remember you fondly and always, go now and be with the Lord.

Lyndsay Field: 08/05/1983 - 08/19/2008

The Perfect Timing of Pink

I have so much that I want to say but can't find the words. The fact that I'm now single is still numbing and hasn't really set in yet.

Suffice it to say that I'm an absolute wreck, can barely focus and am far from making any sense of what's going through my head.

I heard a new single on the radio while driving to work today. It's called "So What" and is by Pink. She has always been one of my favorite artists and the timing of this release is perfect.

Everything in the song describes exactly how I feel, yet at the same time is completely opposite of what I'm thinking.

I'm in that stage where you absolutely hate but still truly care for your ex, don't believe anything they ever said yet know every word was true.

Two days ago I told my now ex I wanted to talk because we'd been having issues. It took us until last night to sit down together because we'd been so busy.

I thought about a lot of things in that time, including breaking up with him. But after really thinking about it, I decided to give us some more time and another chance.

If we both wanted to make it work we could. Unfortunately, over those two days, he had been thinking about what to say with the expectation that I wanted to talk so I could dump him.

He even told me at one point "I thought you were going to breakup with me." Not that it would make where I'm at now or where I have to go any easier, but I wish I had.

Instead of dumping him, as I thought about doing, I got the double smack to the face of putting myself out there hoping we were on the same page only to get to ultimate rejection.

He talked about how well we know each other and how he wants to stay friends. In fact, he said he could see me as one of his best friends. At this point though, for me, I just don't see how that's a possibility.

He went on to say that he hopes when our lives calm down we can be together because he cares so much for me, it's just that right now he's so busy he can't put the required time into our relationship which isn't fair to either of us.

I don't know where I'm at right now or where I'm going. I don't know how I'm going to get there or how long it will take.

He meant more to me than anyone I've ever dated. Unfortunately, this means I have a long and painful journey ahead of me. He has had several longterm relationships, so I highly doubt he will feel the same hurt, but I hope he does.

As horrible as that sounds, it would show me that he really did care for me and really did mean everything he said. I feel that this post is very incomplete, but that's fitting because that's also how I feel about this whole situation.

Ouch, my heart hurts. :(

More About That Nursing Home Patient

I felt I should elaborate more on that old woman who accosted me while I was getting out of my car, because she was pretty freaking weird.

My relationship with her, albeit brief, started as I was passing Gregory Hill Road while driving up Goodman Street. There were road blocks all over yesterday and I believe she wanted to turn right but was not able to do so. In her confusion, her motor skills must have shut down because she slowly rolled out in front of me while looking towards the road block cop and failed to check for oncoming traffic (and some of you think old people are cute... right).

Somehow, she managed to get her foot to work and stopped to ask the officer something, I didn't hear what. However, I think her age-impaired hearing abilities stalled along with her motor skills because she had to ask the officer to repeat what he said. At this point I just drove around the loon because she was really pissing me (and all the cars behind me) off. As I pulled up next to Mel's I found that this woman, who had become infatuated with my good looks and haunting sex appeal, had turned down the street as was creeping towards me. She beeped the horn but I obviously ignored her, until she beeped again. I grabbed my books, felt the frustration building up inside me and turned around.

I look and I see this wrinkly, old, heavyset woman with the classic huge, white, stringy hair looking at me through these unbelievably thick glasses. I think my mouth dropped as I heard "Excuse me (phlegm induced cough), do you know where the something something Nursing Home is on South Clinton?"

Wtf was I supposed to do? She had a line of cars behind her, was clearly an escapee returning home like a lost carrier pigeon and had a set of failed motor/hearing capabilities. So, I looked at her and said "I'm not from around here, I don't even know where South Clinton is." She wiped the corners of her mouth (I think there was drool there) and said "Oh, okay. Thank you." Now, this is the best part. She drove about two feet forward, I'm NOT even kidding, and beeped at the oncoming car. When it didn't stop she just laid on the horn. The driver did finally stop and as I'm walking away I heard her say "Excuse me, do you know where the blah blah Nursing Home is on South Clinton?"

Now, keep in mind, there's a line of about ten cars behind her and I'm sure they were all very disgruntled. There is no doubt in my mind that if that man had not been able to point her in the right direction, that she would have stopped at every single vehicle she passed and asked that very same question. Seriously? This was not what I needed to experience after the morning I had already endured.

I continually ask myself "How do I find myself in these situations?" At present, I have absolutely no freaking idea.

Oh, and one last tidbit of information. Right as I was opening the door to go into the house, this man in a minivan drove by and with the windows down yelled "What the HELL is going on!?" as he clearly saw yet another road block at the end of the street. I felt his pain, as navigating that part of Rochester yesterday had been no easy task. However, I managed to not blurt out my anger, and if I had at least my window would have been up.

Final Review #2

Well, I never made it to the second review session for the final yesterday morning. In fact, I don't think anyone that I know wound up attending. I decided it was more important to sleep and rest up rather than sitting through another mind-numbing, confidence-shattering tortuous three hours.

After I awoke from my glorious slumber (insert sarcastic eye rolling here), I made my way to Mel's for our afternoon study meeting. Unfortunately, I arrived in an absolutely horrendous mood. This was, in part, the result of the numerous RPD traffic blocks that I had to navigate in order to get there as well as my awkward and random encounter with the senile nursing home patient who hounded me while she attempted to find her way home. Additionally, the news that my friend who had been in the ICU at Mass General was now in a drug-induced coma did not help lift my spirits, nor did the unpleasant and abrupt tiff with my boyfriend.

After getting "settled" at Mel's I found it nearly impossible to concentrate. My complete lack of motivation was fueled by the fact that every time I checked my answers with the key, I'd always be in error. To make matters worse, even though I had the correct answers I still had difficulty reproducing the results, leading me to the inevitable conclusion that with regards to the final exam on Wednesday, I'm totally screwed.

Ever feel like no matter how much you can take, life throws you that one extra punch just to make sure you get knocked down? Yeah, that really is the story of my life. Boo.