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.