Buses

I take the bus over to UW from Bellevue whenever I need to go to campus. It saves me money, gas, and car maintenance in the long run.

Whenever I’m on a bus, there’s feels like this unwritten and unspoken code for where to sit. If at all possible, unless they’re a friend of yours, create as much space between you and everyone on the bus. For example, you’re sitting alone on the bus and someone else comes on. That person can sit anywhere they want… Except for the spots adjacent to you. If a spot opens up on a crowded bus that creates space between you and the person next to you, take it immediately. Basically create space between you and the rest of the riders on the bus.

However, every so often, you get that one person that chooses to sit next to you, even though there’s a ton of other seats that would give the both of you a lot if space. As a result, you’re squeezed up against to the window, subtly holding your nose to not breathe in the the weird smell coming from their jacket. A spot opens up to create some space between you and them, yet they still choose to sit right next to you. You wait… And wait… And wait… Still not moving. Still taking in that smell from them. They finally get off on some stop and you can breathe a sigh of relief.

Today was one of those days… Not awkward at all.

Fantasy Sports

Fantasy spots. Oh boy. One moment, you love it. The next moment, you hate it.

So if you have no idea what I’m talking about… The whole idea of fantasy sports is that you’re the owner of a team of a specific sport, whether it be basketball, soccer, football, baseball, or whatever else there is out there. Before a season starts (or very early in the season), you select players to “play” for your team. Over the course of the season, they accumulate stats for your team. Depending on the format, you may face off against other teams and the team with the most points or most categories won, wins that week. Or you could try to accumulate the most stats over the course of the entire season and try to finish as high as possible. Millions and millions of people all over the U.S. and the world participate in some sort of fantasy sports. Some do it for money, others do it for pride.

When I see myself playing it, I think “Geez, this is such a roller coaster ride… Ugh.”

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Snow

Snow.

I absolutely dread it.

When someone says “I don’t mind having it for a few days,” they really mean, “Anything for more than a day and I’ll go insane.” I’m not one of those people. I’m more of the Pemco profile of freak-out-at-the-first-sight-of-a-snowflake person. Though, I wouldn’t freak out. I’d usually be bitter and annoyed.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s absolutely beautiful to see the sight outside your window of everything covered in white. But the moment you step outside of your house to pick up the mail, you’re freezing your butt off. Every step you take, your feet start getting colder and colder. Your hands start getting numb. You grab the mail and try to get back into the house as quickly as you can. You take off the five layers of wet clothes that you have on. You’re still freezing cold.

Try driving in it. I remember driving in it with a couple of friends of mine. We were heading out to go hang out somewhere and we got up to the top of this hill. Then we start skidding. Before we knew it, we bump into the sidewalk. All because of the snow. A couple of years ago, I tried to get out of my apartment in Seattle to go to a friend’s place. I tried to go up the hill out from my garage. Wheels blazing, rubber burning.

Moved a total of two feet after trying to get up for a good ten minutes. It’s worse than trying to get through downtown Seattle during rush hour.

Work doesn’t close when it’s snowing. Sometimes classes don’t either. Imagine having to have to drive through that with a bunch of people that don’t know how to drive in it. Talk about fun.

I’ve been hearing reports that there should be a considerable amount of snow in the upcoming months. Everyone seems excited. I’m definitely not (unless the City of Seattle decides to plow its streets and/or use salt instead of packing down the snow).

Sometimes I think God just wants to have some fun with us and see how we deal with something so beautiful as the snow.

That and see us throwing snowballs down each others’ throats. Now that I can support.

iPhone

So for those of you that don’t know me personally, I’m very much a person that’s easily distracted by gadgets. Whether it be a phone, laptop, or something else, if it’s in front of me, I’m going to start playing with it.

My dad gave me a call a while back about his iPhone. He was asking about whether he should get the iPhone 4. Naturally I said to get the upgrade once all the bugs with regards to the antenna and dropped calls were fixed.

Then he said, “Alright. I’ll get it. Do you want my iPhone?” Sometimes I wish he didn’t ask me that question.

It was way too difficult to say no to the thought of having an iPhone regardless of it being an older model (3GS isn’t that old though). So I took it and I got a data plan for it. I think you all can see where I’m going with my distractibility and having a smartphone.

I have to admit though. It isn’t always too bad. It’s really useful to be able to email my advisor about trying to figure out my schedule got classes while on the bus or to be able to find the directions or reviews for a restaurant. It’s tempting sometimes to just have it replace my laptop to check my emails and other forms of productivity.

What it’s not good for is when you’re on a date and you want to check your email to see how classmates are dealing with a certain problem on the homework. Or people wanting to play games on your phone (rule of thumb: never get games on your iPhone). Or when you’re in a lecture and you’re checking your fantasy football team before your instructor calls on you asking for the output of a string in a finite state transducer. iPhones definitely have their cons.

Am I glad to have an iPhone? Yeah, it’s been a definitely good tool to have. But it can be quite a distraction too. Maybe in a few months after I write this, I’ll change my mind and get a phone that won’t be as distracting.

Nahhhhhh…

(Oh, I wrote this post on my iPhone.)