I'm getting into the writing habit slowly, but i'm getting there. It's like I do a lot or something. Program my home-brew PVR, ready my "the dark tower series" (finsihed book 6 of 7!) and tell me self I should be writing. I already did some reading so I am writing. Finally.
I do work also on occasion. For instance next week I'm going to spend a day or so in Reno for some reason. Apparently the "New at&t" can't afford to staff people in Reno. Or contract out locally. Ok what they want us (the two of us) to do is fairly shop-specific a contractor really couldn't do it. Still seems a little odd to me. But that's just me, I'm sure.
I am still in my writing class. And it's annoying me more and a more. For some reason last week one of the students wrote a poem about 9/11. And, as you can guess, this lead to a lengthy monologue about Bill Clinton, Monica Lewinsky, and the cause of 9/11 of course the troops stationed over in Saudi Arabia. Perhaps the teacher gets a little impatient with the lack of participation coming from the twelve remain students in his class possibly without realizing it. He was walking around the class in circles as he was doing this monologue asking semi-retorical questions. Not recieving even the slightest hint of an answer to any of these he came to me and with a question something to the effect of "and what might be another reason some didn't want US troops in Saudi Arabia?".
Had I answered honestly I'd have said something to the effect of "I don't give a flying fuck what terrorists do or do not want, there is no excuse for blowing up civilians or a foreign power's troop dormitory without declaration or provocation". I could also have pointed out Saudia Arabia is a dictatorship and nothing happens that the government doesn't want to happen. Instead I just said something like "just because they were there, I guess".
In all likelyhood he lives in a such a universe asking me the question was as neutral as any other question he could think. I highly doubt this was in fact intended to offend me or make me want to drop the class. None-the-less I think I am considering it. Even though I just added this class for the stupid creative fiction section we have yet to come to. Perhaps I will just bare it until we get most of the way through that section then drop it. I hardly want to deal with this bullshit if this stupid class isn't even required.
But I shouldn't dwell I think. Lets move on to something else: I was a minor fender bend of a car incident on Friday. I was done with work by 4:00 ya see. And I kind of felt like going to home. Instead I went to my old weakness: Fry's Electrnics. I got to Fry's at 4:30. I stayed an hour so (didn't buy anything) and finally left. The traffic wasn't that bad. And in the city in question it's quite a ways from Fry's back to my condo. So I was almost home, a mere 15 miles or so, and the traffic started to slow greatly. It ALWAYS slows greatly at that point. And even worse on Fridays. I see stop lights, I start to slow down and
WAM!!
To put it mildly I was a little surprised. I think I snapped out of it relatively quickly and managed to get the couple lanes over to the shoulder. As did the car that ran into me. Some ditzy teenager-looking girl in a black VW something-or-other. The front of the car was pretty smash and some kind of fluid leaking out the bottom. But on my car pretty much just a scratched looking bumper. That's about it.
I've never actually been in an accident of any kind from minor to anything else. I ddidn't actaully know what to do. Would the CHP show up? Could I find my registration and all that crap? I didn't know. The girl of the other car did say she was sorry several times. Even had about four friends there in minutes. And her mom. Then this "freeway safety patrol" showed up. Was asking for information and something other things. Eventually I decided I wasn't going to file a report or anything else. And as he said I could have simply exchanged info with the other driver and left. As I said my car really wasn't that damaged. I was a little shaken though. And I kept getting that sensation/smell that I recognized from getting punched or banging my nose really hard. I hadn't actually hit my nose on anything I should mention. I actually did try calling both parents during my what-do-i-do time. Nobody answered. Boy-o-boy. Don't let anything happen to you on a friday night. Good luck getting a hold of anybody.
So after giving the girl's mother my contact info and taking hers I finally left. I went and go some gas. and finally went home. It was quite an experience. One I always assumed I would never go through as I am always really careful. My friends/family make fun me for it as a matter of fact. But since the freeway safety patrol or whatever they're called decided it wasn't that big a deal and it didn't have to go on anybody's driving record I guess technically it didn't happen. Sure, whatever. I hope this thing that didn't actually happen doesn't happen ever again. Also I don't want to go Fry's on Friday night no more. Straight home for me (or wait until after 7:30 when the traffic starts to die down).
So since I'm apparently keeping up appearances for this writing class I suppose I should start practicing for the three peoms I'll need to write. One
