Glamanate

Right now we are driving to some park in Franklin for Amanda’s cousin’s graduation party. I all ready sleep easy in cars, but this oxycodone induced lobotomous state is not helping.

The procedure went fine yesterday. I guess the doc had to ‘wake’ me up a few times because my breathing went down. Seems to happen a lot. I guess I knew because I asked him if I had woken up due to feeling him rootin’ around. I am glad to say that there was no reverse side affects from being knocked out. Not cranky or evil this time.

My mouth feels surprisingly better after just one day. Still hurts – but my cheek makes the funniest damn noise when it suctions over the holes in my mouth. I am not regretting volunteering for two double shifts Monday and Tuesday.

But man I want a damn cigarette.

So yesterday I had dinner with my parents, my mom made asked me earlier in the week about it, and plans were made. I decided I was going to ride my bike up there, kept thinking I should just drive.

I left from Tori’s house, over my Kenosha Hospital, and started riding north on Sheridan, passing my house, once again contemplating taking my car. I made it to Highway E in about 20 minutes, and headed towards KR. I was a little tired, knew I could head back and drive and still make time. But then something hit me while I was almost there.

There’s so many times I feel like quiting, backing out on my ideals, just giving up. I always wonder if I’m doing the right thing, if I’m just going to get slapped in the face in the end. But I look at others and feel that I must be doing something right.

I think I know why now. You’ve got to be doing something right if you feel like quiting. Obviously you are then taking your own iniatitive, you’re breaking into some kind of invididualism. If you never feel insecure about what you’re doing, or feel that you might fail, then you are failing. Plenty of people I know don’t feel that way, they just are fine. But I look at where they’re headed and what they’ve done – and they haven’t amounted anything.

I think it’s funny that a bike ride from Kenosha to Sturtevant could pop this up. I could’ve quit anytime on the ride, but I made it. I guess life can be explained in any form after all.

Okay, finally it’s story time. I just woke up without reason and I think this will probably blow out my mind enough for me to go back to bed. I went to Canada once before, in 7th grade, for a French trip to Quebec. Lots of security measures have changed since then, before to fly you didn’t need a passport – and now you do. Luckily I hate planes and the TSA, so I rode a train. Next year on June 1st you can no longer use the whole valid ID and birth certificate routine; you’ll need a passport. However, everyone and their mother kept telling me different. Well guess what people? I was right, but thanks for caring.

My trip started at 5am Friday morning. Mark gave me a ride to the train station, got there about 35 minutes before the train departed. I took a few pictures of the sunrise, and soon enough we were able to board the train. Past times I’ve taken the morning trains theirs a variety of people, but that day it was all business folk.

I really hate the seats in the Metra, they’re just like a city bus; but what can you do? The conductor went around for people to buy tickets. I handed him my $7, which it turns out in February they bumped it up to $7.05  (why five cents, I don’t know). He was nice enough to not make me break a single for the five cents.

The train was alittle late, probably 5 minutes behind. But for me that was an “oh shit.” I’ve only been to the Ogilvie station once, sophomore year. I had studied a few maps to figure out how to get to the Amtrak Union Station, but I didn’t want to mess around. I didn’t need to worry much, I thought the station was a mile away, but it was only about 2 blocks. At first I walked into the Union Station for Metra. I saw on the little LED boards train statuses for Milwaukee. I didn’t even know they had a Milwaukee service. After a little more walking I reached the proper area.

While waiting in line, they were boarding a different train, I talked to a few people heading to Detroit. Wanted to see which gate, make sure I did not do anything stupid. While sitting a guy came up. He was very interesting. He wore what looked like a kilt, a fanny pack, had a half shaved head and a few dreads in the back.  He introduced himself as “Crash,” from Ann Arbor, MI. Continue reading ‘The trip to Canada, 2008′

So I’m at Mark and Lib’s right now, and in two hours I’ll be boarding the Metra to start my departure to the land of Canada. Today is Amy’s birthday, yesterday was Liberty’s, so I came over to do the whole hoopla.

At 5:51am my train leaves for Chicago, and then I need to head a half mile to the Union Station. Hopefully this rain dies now, it’s nasty out. I don’t feel like getting drenched or having to run.

By 3:11pm I’ll be in Detroit waiting to get picked up.

So the last time I actually spent more than an hour in my apartment was Sunday. And it’s been a great few days.

Monday night we all went back to Lena’s, ended up crashing there. Woke up to see everyone gone but Vick, Cliffy, and well Lena. Hung out there until about 2:30, then road my bike to work. Got out of work, met up with Boomer, Ashley, Chris and Jay downtown. They ende dup going home shortly after, so I rode over to Cliffy’s where they were having a small fire.

Just got home, relaxing.