You guys lied to me.

Not that any of you are consistent readers, but I am getting views, so there's that.  But you're not really coming from anywhere specific. Lots of dating sites, a couple of blogging sites...

Well look at that. Most of these readers are from the U.S. Imagine that.  Second country on that list? RUSSIA. Good job Russia, you guys make me feel loved.

Y'all want a story? Here's a story.

This is how I got bitten by a dog while delivering a pizza.

Remember how I said I needed a job for the summer to get my parents off my back? I did it. I succeeded. I landed a job as a delivery driver for BNPC (Big Name Pizza Company; I ain't telling you guys where).  Anywho, this lady placed an order for 2 pizzas. I was not a part of the order placing process.  The pizzas were made. I was not part of that process either.  The pizzas were prepped and put in boxes. I was not a part of that either.  I hen returned from a different delivery, and was told to go deliver it, as that is what I am being payed to do.  So I grab the pizzas, put the address in my GPS, and was on my way.  I get there, and I approach the front door.  As I'm on my way there, I here a lady call from the carport "No! Hey! HEY! GET BACK HERE!"  I for some bizarre reason assume she means me, so I head around the bush towards the garage, where I am met by a dog.  Not a huge dog, not a small dog, but probably about 60 pounds.  He apparently wanted pizza. He was trying to tell me in the nicest tone he could achieve to put down the boxes and walk away.  When I misinterpreted his suggestion as a plea for attention, he became more desperate.  He nipped at my hand, so I backed off a little.

That was a bad decision.

I should mention, the owner wasn't just letting it happen and watching the situation, she was actively trying to pull the dog back inside, but he was too strong for her.

Anyway, when I took a few steps back, he lunged forward and bit at my ankle.  my fight or flight reaction kicked in, and while I was deciding, the owner, terrified for my safety, yelled "RUN!"

This was another bad decision.

I am by no means a skinny and or fit person.  I cannot outrun a dog of that caliber.  It followed me, no longer simply nipping at me, now in full-on attack mode.  I started picking up my legs, extending my stride so I was harder to get, but to no avail. I made it off the property, as was apparently the owners plan, since the yard had an invisible fence.  I was bitten in two areas-my upper thigh on the inside of my right leg, and my outer ankle on the left leg.

She payed for the food, tipped like $5, and we parted ways.  My mother decided I should probably get to the hospital to make sure the wounds don't get infected, and now BNPC is covering my bills, while my neighbor, who happens to be a lawyer, wants to help me pay for college by suing the owner's insurance company.

Frankly? I'm not mad about the whole ordeal. The dog tried to tell me it wanted the pizza, warned me to get off its property, then took action when I didn't do as he said.

I should've jumped on the blog bandwagon when it was popular.  This is an interesting medium, I find it more conforming to my preferences than Tumblr or any other similar site.  Eh. 

Anyway.

I'm bored now.  School is out for summer, no place nearby is hiring, and I desperately need a job, mainly so my parents will get off my back about it.  They bring it up everyday, telling me I should try harder.  Trying gets you nowhere WHEN NO ONE IS HIRING.  Me trying harder won't make them suddenly be hiring.  That's a silly idea.  

I just realized that every time I type 'idea', I want to capitalize it.  You know the word for a capital letter? Majuscule. Like the opposite of miniscule.  Interesting, eh?

So.  No job.  No school. Nothing to do except play games.  Maybe I can make this blog more interesting.  If I can make up things to say.  Maybe I'll just keep telling stories from my past.  Yeah.  Next week? How I got 3rd degree burns from a moped accident.

It doesn't bug me much anymore.

Really. I don't even care that no one reads this. That way, it feels more flowy because it comes straight out of my head, into the keyboard, through some crazy electrical stuff I haven't bothered learning yet, onto the internet. Or maybe that should be 'into' the internet? I don't know.

Anyway.

I had no purpose when I started this post. It might even have less purpose now that I'm explaining that it had no purpose, in some metaphysical way.

...

So, I'm about to leave to do this study thing where I'll get paid to participate in someone's experiment. Woohoo. Any way, gotta go. Follow up later.

Frustration

It's a terrible thing.

My computer died. It started refusing to run windows, not even giving me safe mode. I ran crunchbang linux software from a cd. That was fine and all, and I finally figured out how to mount my hard drive to move all the files, but I had no access to an external hard drive to move it to. So when I went home for the weekend, I had to hope my computer didn't run out of battery before I could plug it in again. Guess what? It ran out of battery. When I booted linux after that, I was unable to mount my hard drive to it. I still haven't been able to. As of now, I have lost everything on my hard drive, since Sony's fix was to replace my hard drive and RAM. However, the kind repair man has given me the option of holding on to my hard drive for a week to see if I can save it somehow, so we'll see how this works out...

Well I bet this doesn't get read.

Except occasionally by The Boy. But we all know he don't count.

Anyways.

Spring break has ended, and now it's back to the grind of semester two. Mostly desiring the sleeping part of that, but who knows.

"But sir, why wouldn't you have slept on Spring Break?"

Well I'll tell you why. Mostly: I have a terrible bed at my house, as opposed to the heavenly cloud of a mattress at my dorm. This greatly restricts my sleep, because I cannot put up with my home bed for long. Additionally, I have been unable to sleep as of late because of a busy mind. Its recently been hard at work trying to interpret feelings to decipher what my future profession should be, for while I enjoy many many things, no one thing is more enjoyed than the others. It kinda sucks. And then I, looming in my sister's shadow (she knew precisely what her calling in life was), find myself stuck, not knowing which way to turn.

But enough whining. I hung out with friends this past week. I did very little actul stuff. I hung out with my doggies all week. That was cool. Hmm. That basically covers my week. Alrighty. I may make this a weekly thing, summing up the... past... week...

So yeah. That's how it was. And we shall see how this next one goes. Maybe I'll update sooner than the weekend if something cool happens.