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.

Final Review #1

Well, today has been awesome, not! After losing track of time late last night, finding out what time it was, saying screw it and again losing track of time, I finally went to bed at around 4am. I was lucky enough to then have to wake up at 9am for a review session an hour later, score!

However, I decided I could sleep for thirty minutes longer and thus woke up at 9:30am. I then scrambled my ass together, got dressed, ran out the door and managed to stop at Bruegger's before getting to review session early! My teammates however, who had called at 9am to wake me, were late!

Yeah, I'm that fast and that good (and that's what he said haha).

Review class proceeded to suck immense ass. The professor was supposed to spend 1-1.5 hours going over a problem but instead took up 2.5 of the 3 hour session. By this point my brain hurt, swear to God. I tried to get coffee during the break, however, that was an epic failure. The coffee was too hot to drink but I was so thirsty that I drank it anyway.

At this point my brain was jelly, my tongue was burned and I was sleep deprived. Gosh, can I live this day everyday!? Pretty please?!

Now I'm studying at James's house with Melisa. Great friends, good times, horrible school. Meh, two out three isn't bad.

Devirgination

Well, my first entry was supposed to be a venting session about the stress that applying to the Simon School of Business put on me, but that never materialized.

Instead, my debut entry will describe my absolutely amazing (sarcasm alert) morning. For future reference, my blog will almost always be comical because I truly have the worst luck of anyone I know and find myself in the most random situations possible.

Also I will surely vent frequently because I'm always stressed. As such posts of that nature may or may not be comical. However, let's get back to this post regarding my commute to work today.

I woke up at around 8:30am having overslept. Instead of getting up I passed back out. I awoke this time at near 9am. I got dressed, grabbed my things and flew out the door. Less than 10 seconds into my commute I am stuck in traffic because of an accident.

Being late, I decided to take a "detour" rather than wait. Now, for those of you who don't know me, I have no sense of direction. And I sincerely mean it, zero ability to tell where I am. While taking off on my backup way to work I quickly found myself in the heart of downtown. I kept looking for a familiar street, building, anything. Unfortunately this did not happen.

I pulled over somewhere to ask for directions (I'm a man but I'm not embarassed to ask for directions, because with my geographical shortcomings I could've spent all day trying to get to work). I thought that the man with his back to me would've been a good person to ask. So, I proceeded to roll down my window and ask "Excuse me sir, do you now how to get to the University of Rochester from here?"

What happened next made me nearly shat my knickers. This older black gentleman turned around, was half cross-eyed, was missing several teeth and pointed in my general direction only to mumble/yell something to the effect of "Muh abablala blahblahabab muh muh!"

My eyes opened as wide as my jaw dropped. I put the window up as fast as humanly possible while simultaneously peeling out and sped away. Yes, I literally peeled out and cut someone off.

Now, this sounds funny, but I swear to God I thought he was going to turn into the Mummy and devour my soul. Or at least cap my ass. The point being, it was an utterly inhuman sound that came from him and I'm lucky to be alive.

As fate would have it, after I cut off some SUV with bling-bling rims, I quickly turned onto some side street that led me to Broad Street. YaY, somewhere I recognized!

Now, I'm safely at work, away from the gang member I cutoff, the demon that tried eat me and have successfully posted (after setting up) my first blog. Woot!