Short Post

I was writing a much longer post, but stopped and saved it because I ran into a mental brick wall. So in brief:

Shark Week is starting at the end of July with the story of the "worst shark attack ever", which apparently occur ed when the U.S.S. Indianapolis sunk, leaving the survivors to the mercy of the sea. That scares the shit out of me. Imagine floating in the middle of the ocean, hundreds of miles from any coast, suspended miles above the ocean floor by an infinite amount of cold water and miles below the infinite blackness of cold space. Jesus, that sends chills down my spine.

I had back surgery, sort of. In the never-ending quest to stop my lower back/hip/leg from hurting, I've tried physical therapy, stretching, yoga, prescription anti-inflammatory medications, MRIs, X-rays, and now injections. It all started on New Years 2004/05, when Jeff accidentally broke my left leg. Being stubborn, I refused to use the campus handicap vans and still drove to campus, rode the bus, and hopped everywhere on crutches. Now I have all sorts of problems with my right leg - the MRI seems to have ruled out a slipped disk, so they're telling me it's a ligament problem. Anyway, they shot me full of steroids Thursday and so far I think I feel a little improvement. Luckily I'm in the middle of three straight night shifts at work, giving my back no time whatsoever to recover. Go me!

Hmm... got turned down by another high school - that makes four! I have to be hired by a school as a teacher before the Fall Quarter starts, as per my retarded-as-fuck university requirements (retardation stems from many, many different points; this requirement is in fact one of the least retarded things about the program). I've been called to interview by four high schools, so I don't think it's a problem with how I look on paper. I just may be giving really crap interviews, which seems unlikely since that's usually where I excel. But maybe I'm not saying the right things, or don't know how to say them. It's all very regimented. Every school asks me more or less the same questions off a printout that I'm sure comes standardized by the board of education. If I don't get hired as a teacher, chances are I'm going to stop wasting my time and money with the fucking UC system and drop out, work full time and save enough to get the fuck out of this shithole state.

In other news, I hate southern california. Peace love toast crunch!