I'll go at my own Pace, because I-Own-A College.

So, I don't have any witty picture, crude depiction or title-related item to chuck in right now, rather, I'm mooching off my school's wireless network to write, because the connection is doubtlessly faster than what I've got at home - I hope to fix that tonight, finally. I know I've said I'd fix it quite a few times, but I just haven't been able to get ahold of the Drivers I need yet - I can't get John to help, but I think I can get someone else. We'll pour over my saved boxes and system requirements and what-not tonight, provided I can kind of strong-arm him into not watching a movie like he usually does in the evenings.

I'm keeping a bunch of educational opportunities open in New York. Pace has a Bachelor's in Nursing, which is relevant to what I'd like to study, but they're largely business and management oriented, so I believe I'd be attending solely for my core-materials, and then Nursing. There's Iona, but their site's a bit convoluted, so I'm kind of toying around with it - I was supposed to have a Counsellor help me navigate through all the ribbon-covered garbage and get down to what they offer and how much it costs, but she kind of cancelled, and now my hands are proverbially tied - I need those statistics before I can start applying for Scholarships, because each and every institution wants to make certain I'm not going to make them pay out the rear to educate me. I hope I can get that taken care of soon - I'll come in after-hours or something. If Iona, which I like because it sounds like "I-Own-A", offers anything more-extensive than Nursing, I think I may tail them more than Pace, but if they're narrowed down to Psychology or something, I'll walk.

I took an ACT not two days ago, and I realized that I had no way of getting home from the Test-Center, so I started walking one direction - it proved for a very interesting evening. Wandering, I found myself in front of the Spanish Church of God, Iglesia de Dios where I paused. I'm not particularly religious, but I decided to pray in front of an Icon of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I prayed for Sparrow, Liam, Aaron and my friends; my ACT Score; and finally for the unfortunate and sickly of the world. That's how it's all stratified in importance for me, kind of. It felt really good, even though it's not the kind of thing I put a lot of stock into. Refreshing.

Hopping out from in front Iglesia de Dios, I walked to this place that had one of those classic-style signs that said, "Vintage Jukebox Display!", and went in. The curator was this hurried woman who apologized for not having turned on her lights. She showed me around, and we talked about one of her displays of Moxie: about how neither of us has tried it, but that it supposedly tastes like root-beer. About how it's the state-beverage of Maine, and how it's really hard to find nowadays.
She also had these odd bottles of some sort of seasoning made here in town once upon a time, called "Sunspot". It was apparently made of horseradish and vinegar - I bet you could strip paint with the stuff; horseradish alone will have you make funny facial expressions as your nostrils flare, but with vinegar, I bet it's sitting on a whole 'nother level.

I left, and continued my inspections of odd stores: Atherson's Furniture Outlet, a local one made of bright blue bricks with a faded sign that proclaimed "Mattresses, Half Price!" had these odd, spindly birds spray-painted where its hedges were, so the graffiti looks like it's peering over them. I also found a condemned "Oratory Club", and an "Industrial Supermarket" in the same shape. I passed the Saint Peter's Lutheran Church, where I saw a child had written "FUCK YOUTHAIS" in the cement - I promptly Holden Caulfield'd.

Passing this big field full of grasshoppers, which was for sale, I wound up at this Auto-Scrapyard, where a guy who looked kind of like a friend of mine told me that I had left town, and that home was way behind me. I turned around, and got directions from a woman who was unloading plastic yard-toys from the bed of a truck for her kids, and then walked home after some bumbling-around.

I've dressed as a Nun for Halloween. It's...I'm not certain.
There was some concern that I might be a gross neckbeard, but when I put on the rosaries, I think I won a bit of attention.
Steve joked that, though he's straight, me in a nun's habit is really cute.
Maybe there's hope for me?
Last year, I was passing out candy while trying to beat Quake 1 in one sitting. This couple seemed offended that I wasn't in costume, so I threw one of my nightshirts into the fireplace, and tossed my suspenders over it, so I could say I was a Miner when people asked what I was.
We never get a lot of people, because our side of the street lacks sidewalks, but I'd like to do something good this year, rather than playing Venetian Snares out my window while pretending to have a costume.

I ran into Jen while buying post-its and notecards. She offered me a job at the local Michael's, and I think I'm going to try and take her up on it. She said I'll be a "Standard Retail Drone", but that I'll be one of two males working there. She proceeded to explain that the only other guy there is "A hipster; one so bad that eventually, the irony will accumulate and he'll die of irony poisoning". Somewhere, Matt's about to crack a joke and tell me I'll fit right in - he loves to tease me about my fondness for bad cars and my duct-tape wallet.

In closing, I was reading about this guy, Tucker Max. He goes out and buys this Megaphone with the sole purpose of being a jerk while waiting for this game to start. Waiting outside a port-a-potty, he surprises this guy who walks out by screaming:

"OH GROSS, YOU JUST USED A PORT-A-POTTY. I THOUGHT YOU'D DO SOMETHING NORMAL, BUT YOU VIOLATED THAT POOR THING. GO BACK IN THERE RIGHT NOW, AND APOLOGIZE."

A kind of portly blonde guy with glasses turns to defend the guy from Tucker, who proceeds to say:

"IF THIS WAS LORD OF THE FLIES, YOU'D ALREADY BE DEAD, BUDDY."

The blonde guy opens his mouth to say something, and Tucker counters before he can, with:

"SILENCE, PIGGY. I HAVE THE CONCH NOW.

I was hopelessly amused by Tucker's douchebaggery.
That's going to be my new remark when people interrupt me, as they often do.
"Silence, Piggy. I have the conch now".