Google ads is a shill

I went to New York City last February. Long story, maybe later. I had time to kill, and saw ads for a Buddhist art gallery. Had a couple of friends with me, we went. Many of the paintings and sculptures had a person on them that was making a variety of hand gestures. How many pairs of hands they had varied. They kept repeating through the gallery. Didn't know what they meant, wasn't that concerned. One of the aforementioned friends apparently learned what they were called.

Mudras?

The point? I use Gmail, and the ads on the side were for Buddhist ring tones.

No sir, you can't relax.

Some guys hold stress in their shoulders. My dad is one of those, so whenever he gets stressed out, a backrub can take care of that. My mother holds stress in her stomach. My dad has it easy on that one, because whenever my mom's freakin out, she feels sick.

Guess which one I take after?

I like moving. Hauling furniture and taking boxes back and forth, it's a nice workout. And generally doesn't happen that often, so that's a plus. A change of scenery is always welcome.

When I lived out west, I didn't worry about anything. The part that made that truly stupid was that I had entirely too much to worry about, and it got me into trouble. Lots of trouble. Moving back to Syracuse simplified everything. Everything. I moved back in with my parents, so I didn't even have to think about whether I was going out that night. Even when I moved out of the basement and into my weird little apartment it was still easy. Still surrounded by everyone I ever knew? Check. After my abysmal failure in the desert, I was surrounded by this massive safety net. Last fall semester was pretty tight - I could almost afford food. My parents pantry doubled as a Wegmans for 3 months. I almost bought my mom one of those aprons the employees always wear. I hadn't really thought about how close it's all been, and it recently began to sink in.

And now I'm queasy. This isn't helping, really. Why did I have to take after mom?

I'm Finished

I took my last test today at Onondaga. It's an odd feeling, knowing that I need never set foot on campus again. I'm more or less set up at UB for the fall, so I wasn't even distracted by that. I made a lot of friends up here, which is weird because I never thought I would have fallen in with such a lot. I met them on accident, really. I was introduced by one of my skeevy acquaintances, and I was adopted pretty quick. Long story short, I made some friends.

And now I'm half nostalgic. When I left campus today, I had the image of a Ron Howard movie ending, where everyone leaves in a different direction while he narrates what happens to everyone. I don't even like Ron Howard. (See what movie culture does to people?)

Leaving Syracuse is going to be even stranger. I was born here. I've always been the one to watch people come and go, and I always still had the ones that were going to stay awhile longer while I got to know the ones that just arrived. Now I'm going in cold. Definitely an odd feeling. Last time I did that was in Utah, and the culture shock was bad enough. (Water doesn't come from the sky in Utah, it comes out of the ground from metal things. They always make sure to put sprinklers that spray 180 degrees right at the edge of the lawn to make sure they water the roads, too. Just ignore that drought, we'll be fine)