Proud new owner of a pair of these: [link]

Wearing them on my feet forever. They'll bury me in these things.

To think, I only went onto the Converse website to get a new pair of red Chucks, and ended up with Dr. Seuss ones instead. These are even cooler than the metallic gold converses I used to have. Geeking out over my own feet. *nerds*

Any hoo, I saw some folks doing this, and figured I'd do it too. Spread the love! Also, I've been breaking my rule of posting new journals only once a week. (But I've been stressed!) So this will keep me from making any new ones for a little while. XD

Be one of the first 14 people commenting on this journal entry, and I will put your avatar and three deviations that I will personally select from your gallery in this "Share the Art" feature.

IMPORTANT: If you do comment, you're expected to do the same in your own journal; putting me on the first place (SIMON: I'm not requiring you to do this part of the tag), completing the list with 14 other people to make a sum of 15 people..

The idea behind this is NOT to get a free feature, but to help spread art and artists around for everyone. So why not check out the artists on other people's list?

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^So yeah, go check out those guys. After there are actually some guys to go check. XD

This week has been pretty nonstop. Exhausting being the word I'd use. I did meet some interesting characters this week. Like Tuesday, I met this guy who was as high as the Empire State, and boy was he chatty. He had so much to say about boats and clam chowder and rowing and working for boaters and his tattoos of boats and mariners and did I like boats and do I own a boat and does my dad own a boat and do I personally know his boss who owns a boatyard?

It was like talking to a weird combination of Cleverbot and a game of MadLibs.

He asked me why I was going to school, so I told him about my major being computer science. But he really struggled with the computer part, and only latched onto the science part. He asked me if I worked in labs a lot using microscopes to cure diseases and stuff. I told him that wasn't really my area and that I didn't think that I'd be able to do that.

He told me not to put myself down like that, and if I really wanted to cure diseases for a living, he believed in me! He believed I could achieve my dream of becoming a brilliant scientist and a good person!

So he was like a less coherent Kamina, I guess.

He was pretty chill though. One of the nicest weirdos who's ever chatted at me through an entire bus ride, at least. XD

Lesse, Monday was the most obnoxious mom I've ever seen who was verbally abusive towards her older daughter, and tried to use reason and rational thought with her 1-year-old daughter as dicipline. Tuesday was boat-guy, random high schooler giving me the bird, and little girl waving at me. Wednesday was the beggar guy who did laps around the bus terminal asking for money to get home, only he would change his shirt and come right back around again, and then I overheard him bragging to his buddies about how much he'd made that day while boarding the bus. Also that day, I saw a guy who shouted the same phrase over and over for half an hour non-stop, and later on a guy who went behind a UHAUL truck to take a whizz, thinking he was out of sight. And today I saw I fight break out between two grown adults in the middle of the bus station and realized that the girl I ride the bus with who talks to herself is actually schizophrenic.

The bus makes you believe in illnesses, that's for sure. I'm convinced that every single person on the planet has some degree of brain damage. Including myself. We're all some degree of crazy, and all sort of stuck in our own little world. I don't think it's possible to understand how everyone else sees the world.

But they're not bad people (most of them anyway.) One of my favorite moments was last semester when I was taking the bus home. The bus was packed, standing room only, everyone was hot and miserable because we were so sardine-packed together. On top of that, we were running late for whatever reason, and it was a pretty crappy day. And this couple was on the bus with a baby, and the baby started SCREAMING at the top of its lungs. And the parents were trying to calm it down and quiet it, but it really didn't want to.

And you know, instead of getting mad or even pissier than they already were, the whole front section of the bus just started making faces at the baby and playing peek-a-boo with it. WHOLE SECTION. And the baby quieted down and started giggling, and the folks on the bus just kept on keeping it entertained until it fell asleep.

Man, if only people on airplanes were that patient. People who ride the bus have the patience of freaking icebergs, I swear.

But anyhow, my life has gotten suddenly more interesting. The math is okay. I don't hate it, but I don't think the teacher explains things the best way. And during the commute, I get a lot of comic brainstorming done, which is awesome! I just wish I had more time to draw when I got home. :/

Also, Toonami is on this Saturday, so don't forget to watch that!

And remember guys, I believe you all can cure the common cold if you really try!
-Simon