I'm Sorry, What?

I received an email this morning saying that they got my hardship withdrawal from my classes and wanted to know if I still want to keep my grade for my ESS 305 class, Geology of National Parks.  I was a little bit surprised by this question, since I didn't attend my classes for about a month, and also didn't take my finals.  We had a big final project for that class that I did not do either.  All I did for that class was show up except for the last month and do my weekly park summaries.  So I went to check my grades and found that I received a 2.9 in that class.  I failed the other two, as expected, but a 2.9?  Yes, I'll keep it.  That's like a B.  And that was the class that gave me the most confusion too.  Whatever, free grade.  I have no idea if credit transfers to art school, but at least I can feel like there was a point to all my hard work for all but the last month of Spring Quarter.

I won the lottery

I received an email this morning in my spam folder.  I opened it like I do with spam so I can click the unsubscribe button if there is one. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I had won the lottery.  The British Powerball, to be precise.  Funny, I had thought that you needed to be British and actually buy a lottery ticket, but this 2 million pounds that I won proves otherwise.  Well, I'm rich now, so I guess I can stop trying to find a job.  I'm a millionaire, what do I need a job for?  2 million pounds is close to 4 million U.S. dollars. (Don't worry guys, I don't really think I won the lottery.)

In other news, feeding the homeless gives you a serious case of the warm fuzzies.  Two nights ago, some of my roommates and some of their friends and I made a bunch of turkey sandwiches and no-bake cookies and bagged them up along with fruit and Goldfish crackers and took to the streets in search of homeless people.  We managed to give away all of the food and we even gave one guy the big box we had been carrying it in.  This one guy was so grateful he gave my roommate a bracelet he had found.  Guess what guys, homeless people are people too.  They have feelings and their feelings get hurt when people treat them like they're radioactive aliens or something.  For the most part, they're really nice too.  True, some of them are crazy, and I wouldn't advocate talking to those ones.  If, however, you don't have any plans for a Friday night, I encourage you to make some sandwiches and give them to homeless people and talk to them.  The majority of them are really interesting and some are even hilarious, just like other people, because they are people just like you and me.  The best part of the night was when this lady and this guy played us a song on musical saw and guitar, respectively.  Sidenote: A musical saw is the single most beautiful and haunting thing in the entire universe.  Anyway, this woman was barefoot, and she asked if we happened to have any shoes.  I replied that I actually had two pairs that were too big for me.  She said, "They wouldn't happen to be size 10, would they?" That was the exact size that they were. One pair was size 10 and the other size 10.5.  So I went to the house and got them, as well as a pair of socks, and the size 10.5 ones fit her perfectly.  She was so happy, and it made me happy too.  Quite easily, one of the best experiences of my entire life.

And now, for the last thing that I wanted to share.  I never really cooked much.  I can make macaroni and cheese or hamburgers or ramen, but that's pretty much the limit of my cooking experience.  So last night, I decided to make myself dinner. I went to Safeway and got the ingredients and came back. I found out that there is a very good reason to buy boneless chicken.  Removing the bones from chicken is hard. I found myself wondering how in the world serial killers dismember their victims, since human bones are way bigger than chicken bones.  Anyway, after 20 minutes or so, I had deboned one chicken thigh and cut it into thirds.  Next, I crushed up some snack crackers.  I used vegetable flavored crackers, but you could probably use just about any kind.  Cheese flavored may be a bit weird, but if you're feeling adventurous, then go for it.  I dumped my homemade bread crumbs in one bowl, then cracked an egg and stirred it thoroughly in another.  I dipped all three chicken pieces into the egg and then the bread crumbs, then put them all in a frying pan with a little bit of olive oil.  After that, I cooked some spaghetti noodles and then put garlic alfredo sauce on them, out of a jar.  Then I put everything on a plate and ate it.  It was actually really delicious.  So I guess I can cook.  It's good to know.  The best part is that I couldn't finish it all, so I have leftovers.

photo evidence

Want some?

After that, I made a bunch of oatmeal raisin cookies, probably about 3 dozen.  I never imagined I would share a recipe on my blog, much less one I came up with.  I feel like I need a chef hat now or something.

Did I tell you guys that I dyed my hair black? Because I did.

Really not a fan of that camera, going back
to my old one which didn't take blurry pictures

Facebook

I deleted mine.  I should of probably mentioned that I was planning to before I added you today, so sorry about that, person who knows who he is.  The people who I really want to stay in contact with have my phone number or my skype or my yahoo im thing, so they can still keep in touch with me.  Facebook used to seem like a good idea for me back when I was first headed off to college and whatnot so I could keep in touch with my family and my friends from back home.  Well, the one friend from back home I'm still in touch with has my phone number.  And seriously, my family should care enough to be able to pick up the phone and call me every once in a while.  My parents do that and they email me.  Only one of my three aunts on my dad's side of the family even has my phone number.  That's how much they really don't care.  Only one of them ever posted on my Facebook wall anyway.  What it all comes down to is that Facebook has become a good excuse for me not to talk to people and for them not to talk to me. Sure, it's easy to pretend that you care, maybe post something like have a good day on a family member's wall or whatever, but if you really care you'll take the time to call and talk to them for five minutes.  It's really not hard to do.  So this was basically sort of a huge rant, but anyway my Facebook is now gone.  Only two of you who read this were my friends on Facebook, so you guys probably won't be too affected by this.  But since this blog is a place for me to talk about my feelings first and foremost, that's what this post is all about.  And while I'm at it, I am so tired of reading about people's drama and passive-aggressiveness so that was another reason behind my Facebook removal/deletion/deactivation.

Good+Bad=Neutral

It was a nice day today, so I went to the park and hacky sacked.  A cute guy came over and joined me for a while.  Then he left and I hacky for a little longer by myself.  Then I laid down in the grass and read my book.  Then about 6 guys showed up and started playing frisbee pretty close to me. I ignored them and read my book.  After I stood up when I was going to leave, I realized that my ankle hurts really bad for some strange reason.  At least I only live half a block away.  I limped home.  I still have crutches from my leg paralysis type nonsense, so it's okay.  It really hurts though :(

And on a completely different note, why do people always say that they're not ax murderers when they're trying to convince you they're safe to be around? Ax murder isn't the most common kind of murder.  And I feel like that provides a loophole to other murderers.  Like a strangler can say, "Don't worry, I'm not an ax murderer" and that's true but you really should worry because he's a strangler.  And then when he's attacking you and about to strangle you, you're like, "You lied to me.  You said you weren't a murderer."  And then he says, "I never lied. I said I'm not an ax murderer and I'm not."