Saturday, December 29, 2012

Winter and the Bus

It's winter break. Community college is a great improvement over high school when it comes to the length of this break. Where my friends get only two or three weeks I get almost two months. I do not accept my superior choice of going to college early with nonchalant ease though. Instead I throw it in my high school friends faces when I visit them during lunch breaks in early January. "Oh yeah that must have been really fun waking up at 7 and having to get here at 8 and sit through 4 classes before lunch.". "Oh what did I do this morning?" I say without even being prompted. "I woke up at 9:30 and ate breakfast while watching TV then headed over here, yeah that's pretty much going to be my life until mid February...what are you guys going to be up to?". If I had hung out with a tougher crowd I would have had a black eye by now. But I didn't hang out with a tough crowd. It's hard to explain the group I hung out with without sounding racist, or ethnicist as my anthropology teacher would say. Basically I hung out with the latinos. More specifically a Mexican and a Filipino. That's how multiculturally diverse my school was. You could literally count the non-white students in my grade on one hand that's missing three fingers.

These group of guys liked to joke around. During lunch whenever we walked by a group of girls on the way to 7 eleven one of them would say loudly, "Jayden stop talking about how you like that girls ass!". Soon they realized that the girls wouldn't know which one of these assholes was Jayden so to be larger dicks than they already were my friends would say, "Stop talking about how you like that girls ass, Jayden in the grey sweatshirt with blue jeans and olive green shoes!". Some days two of us would be wearing the same outfit, this trick didn't work as smoothly those days.

Lunchtime was miserable at our high school. Staying on campus was so boring that we ended up spending the entire lunch period walking to 7 eleven and back. We didn't even buy anything there. We walked into the store, looked around, and left. Years prior I would have never thought that I would spend my high school lunch periods window shopping at a place that sells 5 day old tacos, slushy's, and that was manned by a Vietnam vet who would tell you about "The War" at checkout if you actually did  end up buying something. My 6th grade self surely would have been disappointed. He probably would have yelled at me for not being the popular kid that he wanted to be when he got to high school. Well tough shit 6th grade Jayden, you totally won't be what you think you will be in high school, and you'll be thankful later too because those guys are complete assholes.

Popularity was a strange thing at our high school. Instead of having a popular group that all the others looked up to, we had many different groups that all hated each other. We had some nerds and some stoners and some teacher's pet girls, and then also a group that you could call "popular" only by the fact that if they had attended some public high school they probably would have been considered that. It was a college prep school so technically all of the groups were nerds, so the group that we called nerds were really hardcore. We had two asian brothers in my grade that jumped ahead 3 years than the rest of the class in Math. They completed every math course offered by the time they were in 9th grade. But they were socially awkward so it balanced out.

My first semester of college I took the bus to school. This was my first time being truly exposed to the glorious wonders of public transportation. Every time I rode I smelled something that I had never smelled before, or saw things that I had never seen before. One day a lady got on the bus that literally smelled like a trash can that rain had spilled inside of that had been fermenting for a couple years now. A Chateau TrashLady 2006 by my smelling estimation. I could not imagine a fouler smell. I have smelled shit before in many forms but they smelled like roses next to TrashLady. She didn't just smell the part either. TrashLady had a shopping basket and a backpack on filled with what looked like, well, trash. It was hard to see if there were any items on her that weren't just pieces of plastic that someone had discarded and she had found while dumpster diving. I also couldn't understand where TrashLady might be going on the bus. I couldn't imagine she could have friends to be visiting when she had a smell like that. Maybe she was going to the TrashLady/TrashMan Expo 2011 at the Civic Center, that would have been the only explanation.

Another day on the bus an entire class of 5th graders boarded. I kid you not, an entire class. One minute all of the junkies and poor-as-shit community college students had the bus to themselves and the next they were swarmed with a bunch of little children that filled every gap that wasn't already taken by an adult, a bottle of off brand whiskey, or a heroine needle. What would make a teacher think that taking a bunch of small children on a public bus full of public people that aren't afraid to show their nuts in public was a good idea is beyond me. I would have personally paid out of my own poor-as-shit pocket to hire a school bus for those children so they wouldn't be subjected to this at such a young age. I know they would experience it later when they would become a poor-as-shit community college students themselves and take the bus but this was too young! If I had done that maybe I could have been a role model for them! And when they become poor-as-shit community college students they would do the same for a 5th grade class that would perpetuate this school bus renting forever so small children would never have to experience the wonders of public transportation until they were old enough to handle the smells and the sights that it entails.

Thursday, September 13, 2012


Recently I've become obsessed with started out as a harmless adventure encouraged by my curiosity, and has morphed into a full blown gambling addiction. The one good thing is that I haven't lost any real money that I've invested.. You may be wondering what are bitcoins? Go to this link to find out.

This whole thing started out by me trying to install the Bitcoin wallet. The one main problem with the whole bitcoin system is that it requires EVERY USER to install the entire record of every transaction that has every happened and will ever happen using bitcoins on their computer. And the download time takes forever! By the 22nd hour of downloading I called it quits!

I then decided to give it up for a while but not for long! I found a great online wallet called BlockChain Wallet and it was amazing. I immediately started scrounging for tiny bits of bitcoin on seedy websites just for fun. Everytime I had a fairly large amount of Bitcoin I gambled it away and started from scratch. One day I hit a jackpot and had a huge amount! By that I mean about 20 cents which was more then I had ever had before. I gambled and got up to 50 cents but then I lost it I'm starting from scratch...again.

EDIT: Today someone donated .02 BTC (20 cents) to me from one of my blogs! I even got it up to .031 BTC but then I lost it all time I'll quit when I'm ahead! I swear!

Someday I'll give up, but for now I'm destined to browse the web and solve captcha's for the foreseeable future.