This one was going to be about baseball, namely about how NOT STOKED I am that the season is nearing its end and how the Braves amazingly made it a little farther into the season before shooting themselves in the foot and dashing a possible playoff run. There's always 2010.
Jesus Christ, I sound like a Cubs fan. Eww....
Rather, I'm just going to ramble.
I've officially been a college student for 4 years now. For anyone keeping up, I'm only a sophomore. Four hours away from being a junior, but a 22 year-old sophomore nonetheless. I'm saying this because throughout my time at 4 year schools, I have had one major pain in my ass: student loans and the banks that make them. Okay, that's two. Fuck off. They're mainly a pain in my ass (and most other college students that don't have parents that can afford to put them through college) because I'm a chronic procrastinator. My high school guidance counselor told my mother that when I was 16 or 17, and it's still true 5 or 6 years later. I wait until the last minute to apply for the shit and never seem to understand that banks like to dick around and drag you around by the nutsack, making you fax all of this shit in and sign that and sacrifice your first born son to the gods of higher education and blow a goat and all of that horse shit.
After all of that, when the check arrives and clears the bank and tuition and books are paid and bought and rent and bills are paid and WAAAAAAYYYYYY too much of it is wasted on getting drunk six nights a week, you have nothing to look forward to but the panic caused by knowing you're in your twenties and tens of thousands of dollars in debt. Fortunately for me, I never intend on buying a house or very much else that requires good credit and monthly payments until the end of the world. Apartments and used cars suit me just fine.
What I'm getting at is, if you are an institute that is responsible for loaning ungodly amounts of money to people that shouldn't receive large amounts of money (much like myself,) please go to hell.
I love trains. I really do. I honestly love watching a freight train speeding up and down the tracks. Hell, I'll get up and go outside at 2 or 3 in the morning just to watch one pass. I love the sound of a train passing at 3 in the morning. I love knowing that the trains that pass behind my apartment here in Tuscaloosa run through Attalla and near my house everyday. The same train that made me late for school almost every morning that I was high school is the same one that runs through here everyday roughly 3 hours later.
A good night for me involves getting drunk (or at least having a couple of drinks) and wandering up and down the tracks, climbing on the cars that Norfolk Southern and CSX and KCS have left near my place. A good night involves walking down the tracks and jumping out of the way as a train with eight locomotives heads north through town. Being 20 feet from a speeding train is a feeling I can't explain.
My brother and his girlfriend are coming down to visit in a couple of weeks. We were talking about it last night and he said that he wants to get drunk and walk down the tracks with me. I don't have many memories of my grandfather on my mom's side. He died a week and a half after I turned 7. But one that is very clear in my mind is the one of him taking my brother and me down to the tracks when we were little, letting us climb on the cars and putting us in open boxcars. I think that's why I love trains so much.
Anyone want to pack up and steal a ride on one? It'd be fun as hell, even more dangerous, and we'll have a rad story to tell if we don't die (which is a very real possibility; being pulled under, falling through a suicide car, freezing to death in a freezer car, etc.) Dodging car knockers and bulls so we don't get thrown off. I'm willing to take the risks if someone is willing to do it with me.
Before I finish up, I need a new phone. If you use T-Mobile and have an old phone that isn't a total piece of shit, please send it my way. My phone has been continually fucking up and the phone that I'm using now, my brother's old one, has a pretty shitty battery.
Oh yeah, I apparently ask people to marry me when I get drunk.
On an unrelated note, would someone like to buy me a 4-pack of Yuengling tall boys? They're only $5.
Here's Sundowner with "Midsummer Classic".
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