Off to School...Again
I’m going to miss the naked jogger.
He was something to see. After talking it over we decided that he must be an employee at the personal trainer gym by my house. I guess I will no longer feel as compelled to paint my nails and lounge about outside. The things I sacrifice for the sake of education...
Me: “I don’t like the way the name sounds.”
Victoria: “So, if the man of your life came into your dreams, and he had an ugly name, you’d turn him away?”
What were we talking about you ask? Chegg.com
It is a website that rents out textbooks for the semester. My mother heard about it recently on CNN and wanted us to get our books that way, since buying books is always a horrifying experience. So much money, just one semester... the trauma.
It must have been out of sheer desperation, but one year when Nancy and I went to the bookstore to get our books I brought no money with me (not near enough money anyway - I think it was a sort of subconscious refusal to pay). My mind fooled me into thinking that the bookstore was as generous as a library - lending out books for a small fee and a rebate reward when you return them in pristine condition. It was completely embarrassing. I had to march right back upstairs and put back all the books. I live in my own world sometimes and things are lost in translation.
Anyways, Chegg.com is a place that does actually rent out books. They even plant a tree for every book you rent and pay for return shipping. Finally, one of my ideas made it over to the other side.
One of the absolute worst things happened the other day. Of all the things that you worry about when you are trying to neatly compartmentalize your life, you really don’t want to be grieving over a cell phone. I dropped the poor thing and it’s dying. It doesn’t know it yet, it’s still taking calls and ringing and I humor it by picking up the pieces and pretending I’m in the 1920’s holding a candlestick phone (you know, the one with the cone shaped ear piece? I think I saw it in the Mary Poppins movie). Any moment now the film strip holding it together is going to have a panic attack and fall apart on me. Thus persuaded, I called the phone company and told them my sad story. A replacement will arrive hopefully before we take off on Tuesday. It feels like a great betrayal - I had never even heard of or seen this new phone before the customer service man told me about it. Now I’m expected to pick up where I left off, like a phone is just a phone when they’re not even the same brand. Conclusion: loyalty to inanimate objects is pointless - they’ll break and leave you.
I probably won’t even need a phone for a while anyway. Almost everyone I know is going to be driving to San Antonio with me. Okay, not really, but TWO cars! My sister, my brother, my grandmother, my mother and me all going together. I already expect to have to make routine stops to exchange passengers. 9 hours is a really long time to have to be nice to the driver. So far, I think I’m winning in the packing contest. I have less than Victoria (I’m sorry to alarm you so soon Nancy).
Happy packing!
A Funny Quote:
"Nobody in the game of football should be called a genius. A genius is somebody like Norman Einstein."
Joe Theismann (a former quarterback)
Comments
I am worried to think 9 hours is too long to be nice to the driver. I guess we will have to switch positions, so then I can not be nice to you for a while.
P.S. The jogger wasn't really naked, just shirtless.
Posted by: Anonymous | August 15, 2009 11:02 PM
I hope you get your new phone soon Bianca. Your roommate will call you periodically to make sure a wild boar running in the middle of the road (smack dab in the middle of nowhere) does not stop your caravan.
P.S. If you have muscles, flaunt them.
Posted by: Naked Jogger | August 16, 2009 7:28 PM