Christmas Crunch

Drew, Star, and I went shopping today at the Sars Market. This market is the most wonderful supermarket that I have ever visited. There is no other supermaket where you can find a 29 cent box of cereal. This dirt cheap cereal just happens to be Christmas Crunch (a seasonal Captain Crunch variation) available in the middle of June. Even better was the fact that the cereal had not passed its June 4th expiration date. I have yet to try it, but I'm sure that when I do it will be worth all the 29 cents that I paid. (that adds up to a fraction of a cent per spoon full) During today's shopping experience I only paid more than $1 for 4 items, and of those 4 items, the most expensive was 5 dozen eggs for $2.99.
Another observation I made while shopping was that all the food at Sars looked somewhat familiar. No, I didn't recognize it from my many trips to the local Safeway or even our kitchen which doesn't have much food. (before today, raiding my kitchen for food was like dating a nun) The food I at Sars was not Safeway select brand but instead Western Family. I specifically remember Western Family brand from working at a food bank on Monday night. This place was stocked with the low cost, but yet high quality off brand. I've always wondered what the stuff I handed out tasted like. Now have a chance. It's possible that I may give up high-class Safeway Select products such as Dr. Skipper for the more economical Western Family equivalent.
On another note, I'm irritated right now because Star just intruded on my towel real-estate in the bathroom. The spot on the shower door is only big enough for one towel, and that's mine.

Steven

On my way to the beer brewing store today, I met a Steven, a homeless guy. At first I thought he was a washed up drug addict and wanted nothing to do with him and his lies. But after talking to him for a while I was convinced that he was being sincere. I gave him and his wife $10 for bus fair to get to Olympia for his new job that starts tomorrow and some food. This is one of the first times that I've believed a random stranger's story, and it's the first time that I've given any homeless person that much money. After our conversation I discovered that the beer store is closed on Sundays, making my trip to the store a trip to meet Steven instead. Giving is good, I have way more than I need. I want to give more often. (no one I know who reads this is homeless or broke, so don't ask me for $10)

I'll be blind by the end of the summer

This is what I do Monday through Friday
-Look through a microscope for ~6 hours
-Watch TV for 2+ hours (usually more like 3)
-Study for the DAT (which means looking at the computer for 2 hours)
-Surf the internet for 1 hour
-Read for 2+ hours

And during my breaks, I like to look at the sun to try and speed up the process of losing my sight.

Jesus is a liberal

I'll crap on you

Earlier this week, a bird flew in my room. Because only one of my three windows was open, the bird got really confused. So it tried to fly out a closed window for at least a minute. And because it was really distressed it shat all over my pillow which is right below my window. Finally it flew into the rest of the house and went out another window. Birds are worthless. All they do is fly and poo.

The Man is putting me down

Tacoma Power, the public utilities company turned off our water today. The message they left on our door read...
"We attempted to contact you today for payment of your past due utility bill. We are sorry you were not home or unable to make your payment. It was therefore necessary to discontinue your Electric and/or Water service."
I'm pretty sure that this is the only bill that I have ever left past due, and probably the last. The fact that the city had to turn off your utilities is quite embarrassing but funny at the same time. This experience makes me feel like someone struggling in the ghetto, like someone out of a Tupac song. But no, that's not the case. We're just too lazy to pay the bill.

I'm rich

A show I watched today on MTV focused on poverty in the united states. The people in the documentary had hardly anything. One girl had four pairs of clothes which she had worn for the past couple years. Another guy slept in a room with four other sibling on one couch and one bed. They didn't even have running water in the house, instead they had a water pump right outside that they operated by hand. And the last girl was trying to survive day to day by braiding peoples hair for $20 a head.
I watched this show from a couch that I didn't even buy. In fact, there were five other couches in the room that I didn't buy, they were all given to me. And all these couches are in the living room of the house that I don't pay for myself. I'm rich, and part of me loves it. But it sucks that people who are in need of the stuff I have can't get it, and people like me who really don't need it have tons of it, and for free. (well, poor people really don't need five couches, but they might be able to use a microwave, a bed, or all the extra clothes that I don't wear)