Guess who’s back?

Thiiis guy *points to me*

When I started this blog, I had planned on keeping up with it regularly as a way of jotting down my thoughts as well as improve my writing skills for the GREs, coughfailcough, but as you can see, that didn’t happen.

Summer came, and with it summer malaise, and it appeared nothing could shake me out of my lazy indulgence.  Any thought of writing was quickly smothered by apathy, and it appeared as though nothing would shake me out of my funk. 

And yet clearly something did, because here I am posting for the first time in forever.  Was it some deep revelation, some stirring thought?  No sir, the best way to wake up a sleeping bear is to annoy the piss out of it.  In case you didn’t get it, the sleeping bear is referring to me writing on tumblr, and by explaining the joke I negated anything funny about it in the first place. 

Anyways, come along and join me for story hour:

So I’m going to back track a little bit and set the setting (see what I did there) for this tale of wrath.  I went up to New York this weekend to compete in a breakdance competition with some fellow breaker friends of mine.  Let me say, New York has a lot of monsters.  It was scary just to step into the dance circles, the level there is just so high compared to here.  But it was quite possibly one of the best jams I’ve been to, the level of competition was amazing, and there were so many out of state crews to watch as well.  Video of that should be up soon, and I might post it on here, we’ll see.

Anywho, we didn’t get back to my friend’s place until 4 in the morning and we had a bus to catch back to Baltimore at 11 am.  And this is where this story turns into a doozy. 

So first, the subway that we need to take to the bus is closed, for inexplicable reasons, so we have to hop onto a shuttle which is way slower.  But whatever, we make it to the bus on time.  And I’m not even mad that the bus had to take some detours and ended up being 1 or 2 hours late going back to Baltimore.  Or that I miss the JHMI shuttle by 5 minutes and have to call a cab.  Shit happens, deal with it.

What I am pissed about is the next day I have to catch a greyhound bus to go back home to Pittsburgh, and while the bus is stopping at a red light, we get hit by a car.  Not only did we have to wait an hour for the state trooper to arrive and file a report, but the bus stops later on because the engine over heated.  We pull into a rest stop to make repairs, which takes about two hours, and the bus breaks down again a few minutes after we leave the rest stop, making a 4 and a half hour trip into an 8 hour trip. 

For some reason, I deeply angered the travel gods this weekend, and for that I am sorry.  I’ll make sure to sacrifice a candy bar or something to you in the future.