Introducing "Pat"

"Pat" is the name I have given a someone in my government class. I really don't remember Pat's real name, so I couldn't tell you even if I wasn't keeping this blog as anonymous as possible. I'm not trying to make Pat sound like an utter freak... I'm just showing how stereotypes can sometimes be true. Very true.

Every week, Pat always gives me something new to talk about. Here's the story of Pat.

First day of class. The teacher makes us do our whole round of introductions, like "Hi, I'm _Darth_Indy_, and I'm majoring in website development." Pat shows up wearing plaid loafers. Plaid. He sits down, crosses his legs, and once it's his turn for introductions, he says with a very slight lisp and a high-pitched voice, "I'm Pat, and I'm majoring in art."

Strike one.

Pat lays low for a few weeks, and I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. Then, three weeks ago, I overhear Pat raving about the newest musical at the community theatre. Then, during class, the teacher goes off in a little tangent about visiting Washington D.C., and that she visited Tyson's Corner, an upscale mall there. She mentions a store that sells guys suits, and that it's called "Pink." Pat leans over to the girl next to him, and whispers, "They have a guy's store called Pink? That's freakin' awesome!"

Strike two.

Last week, the teacher was talking about the voting system and the differences between demographics' voting patterns. She mentioned the "Gender Gap," which means how men vote differently than women on specific issues, such as abortion. Pat asks the teacher, "Do you mean gender as in gender, or as in sex?" The teacher just stood there, confused, until he expanded on his point: "do you mean gender as in gender identity [guy thinks he's a girl, vice versa], or sex, as in male or female when you are born?" The teacher recovered, and informed him that it meant sex as in the way you were born.

Strike three. No mistaking this time.

Oh, yeah, and this week:

Before class, Pat was talking about a documentary about homosexual penguins. I kid you not.

Also, after class I stayed behind to talk to the teacher, and so did he. It happened that the conversation drifted to the Clintons. Pat said, "I don't see what people find so hot about him. I don't find him attractive at all."

Are you even allowed four strikes?

By the way. This week we took a political leanings test. Zero points would mean ultra-conservative, while 50 points would mean ultra-liberal. I got seven. Pat got 46.

*hums "One of These Things is Not Like the Other..."*

The Story of Pat - probably to be continued.

An update on life...

I guess I should start updating this more often. I don't really like the idea of a journal online for the world to see, but then again, very few people of the world will see it. Unless you're one of my close friends it's very likely you don't even know I have a blog, so if you're here, I probably know you.

Anyways, here's how life stands for me as of today. And hopefully I'll be updating more often than every four months; I think I'll shoot for a few times a week.

So, I am now in college, going for my degree win website development. I have a job through the college's co-op program, that doesn't pay huge amounts, but it's still well over minimum wage, so I definitely prefer it to McDonalds. I work in an office, doing mostly Excel and invoice/purchase tracking. Not the most enthralling job in the world, but it pays the bills.

Yes, I now have bills. Not nearly as much as if I were out on my own, but I have the phone bill every month, as well as gas and some groceries. Work takes up :30 am to 5:00 pm Monday thru Wednesday, and I also have classes 'til 10 or so, so I usually don't get home until 10:30 or 11. Then I have to get up at 7 again, so there are exactly eight hours I can sleep, if I had nothing on my mind. So I never get the full eight.

Thursday I have classes from 2-9, so I have time in the morning for homework, then no classes on Friday. Haing a long job, AND 15 credits of classes really takes its toll. Luckily, I am able to ingest heroic amounts of caffeine. It's great to be young.

Other than the frantic schedule, life's good. Of course, I actually have no time to have a life, so nonexistence is deemed good, I guess. Still no boyfriend, but I'm glad that I'm not going out with any of the idiots from college. I didn't believe the movies, before. How all the guys are complete jerks and only think of one thing at college, and it ain't schoolwork. Now I believe it.

All the guys are either complete jerks, or there's the nerds. I love hanging out with the nerds, because I'm one of them, but you can't ever expect them to ask you out on a date, even if they obviously like you. Ah, well. I'd say no, anyways. Any guy that doesn't go to the same church as me, I'm always suspicious of. It may be pessimistic, but I prefer to call it careful. I'm 5' 5" and 120 pounds. There's no way I could fight any guy.

Enough of the depressing stuff.

The FOT was great. Reunited with a lot of old friends, got to meet some new ones. Went to a theme park, went on a few rollercoasters (Yes, really. I've gotten over my fear. Kind of.). Went out bowling; ate at a lot of great reastaurants.... generally, excellent.

Time to go to sleep, now. Sunday is the only day I get to sleep in, so I have to make the most of it.