Like a Bird Without a Feather

Today, tonight rather, a very drunk and possibly narcotic using young man boarded the train and sat in front of me.  He promptly passed out.  When the conductor, who happens to be a sweet old man on the 9:40 train, came by and asked for a ticket.  The guy mumbled about circles.  The conductor told him to look for it and he'd come back.  When he came back, still no ticket.  After some time, the conductor asked him, after waking him, where he was going.  He just pointed and he mumbled "same place."  At one point the conductor started teasing him, telling him he had passed where he was going, as we had elucidated that he was going to LaGrange, and we were already 10 miles past there.  He refused to get off (regardless of the fact he was riding for free).  The woman across from him tried clarifying his predicament for him.  His only response was, "Don't you think I know that."  He then asked where she was getting off.  She got up and moved cars, and his prompt response was fucking bitch.  It was about this time he realized we were laughing at him.  He stood up and called me a fag, the man behind me an asshole, and the rest of them "them fucking people."  Oh yes, the conductor was a troll.  He sat back down, and I got up and waited near the doors, as I only had 3 stops to go and didn't want to listen to him.

He followed me into the door area.  He had a sixer of beer, busch light, if you can call that beer.  There was obviously a broken bottle in the carrier. 

I was told that if I "put his shit in peril, I will kill you." 

I ignored this.  I simply stared out the window. 

He then screamed "Nothing, nothing."  "Is that all you have, nothing?" 

I said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about sir." 

He responded with, "Mumble mumble, you're an intellectual, look at you, NOTHING." 

"I'm sorry?" 

"Ignorance will get you far huh?" 

"Sir, I don't appreciate your insulting me."  (I've never been so polite about this shit that I can think of in my life) 

"Your stupid fucking face is going to get you far, huh?" 

"You're a God damn drunk impotent dolt that missed his stop because you can't hold your fucking liquor, and its nasty ass Busch Light asshole.  And I'm the ignorant asshole riding the train home from law school.  Fuck off and die you cunt." 

He then shoved me and I threw his sixer to the ground, and railroad police promptly escorted him off at the next stop.  The problem was it was the Downers Grove stop.  My stop.  Luckily, the drunk asshole fell, was throwing a fit, and the Railroad Police called the real police.

I helped an old lady clean the snow off her car.

Yes, I say fuck a lot.  I'm working on it.

Well, on Wednesday, I made it a self-record twenty-three years of continuous living without dying.

The weekend before, my mother and stepfather came up.  My mother brought me a very decent knife set and a juicer.  Both are incredibly awesome.  Work was work, and school was school.  However, Contracts on Thursday evening got canceled, so I laid around and watched movies, rather than do something productive.

Next - Not as bad as I thought it would be.  Nicholas Cage can see two minutes into his own future.  Is forced to fight crime.  Jessica Biel looks beautiful as per usual.
John Rambo - Sylvester Stallone in the fourth Rambo movie.  Not much plot, lots of death.  Same amounts as Rambo II, only more gruesome.

This week after class was over on Friday, some classmates and I went out for a few drinks.  We started a little club if you will.  These folks are really the only people from law school I hang out with.

On Saturday and Sunday, I visited some friends from Bradley and some family in the greater-Peoria area.

I highly recommend that everyone listen to some William Elliot Whitmore.  It is good stuff.  http://www.williamelliottwhitmore.com/

...I know I have a chip on my shoulder.  Well one one each.  Helps keep me balanced out.  One of them is this superiority complex about my Chemistry major that I had.  It was quite difficult.  Sometimes people complain to me, or tell me that they are having a tough time, or they don't enjoy the major they have because of how tough it is, and how much work, and I almost spit my scotch all over my laptop.

I know I'm a jerk.  My friends who had education majors already know about this.  As anyone who knows me would know, I wouldn't keep my opinion to myself.  My friends in political science majors also get no sympathy.  I took the same courses they did, while taking quantum mechanics, and fail to see where the challenge in their major lay.

I wonder why I am this way sometimes, but most of the time when I'm being good about biting my tongue, I figure that is a good enough start.  Considering America is falling behind the rest of the world in things that matter, mathematics, the sciences (not psuedosciences like psych) and engineering, I suppose I have a reason to be upset when people with majors that don't make us competitive with the rest of the world complain.  Anyway's, biting my tongue... its a running start for me.

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In other news, if any attractive and or intelligent women would like to go to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra with me on Feb. 19th, let me know.