Driving
I haven't written an entry in a while but here's what's on my mind lately... I am convinced that the only reason why Amanda's profile has 5 times more hits than mine is because my counter is broken. I know that sounds like a pathetic excuse for only having 269 hits but I think it's impossible to be stuck on 269 for the past month! I even filled out my profile in detail, clicked on my profile from several locations on different computers but it still remains 269. Ok now that that's settled... I rode the campus connector yesterday and guess who I ran into again, yep, the Jazzman. Man this guy is so awesome, I'm always baffled by the way he and his bus makes everyone smile. At first I didn't notice it was the Jazzman because I got on the bus through the back door. But as soon as I sat down, I saw him look at me through the rear view mirror and when he caught my eye, he gave me the cool Jazzman wink and then turns around and gives me the thumbs up. I am convinced that he thinks I'm someone else, because he didn't do that to anyone else on the bus. When I got off the bus we bumped fists and I wished him a good weekend and he told me to "stay cool". How does one stay so positive during the Minnesota winter when it is 15 degrees out, cloudy all day and you drive a bus full of college kids? Maybe it has to do with the jazz. Later on that day I was driving to Snelling Ave. to drop off my passport in order to get a Chinese visa when someone honked at me. I looked in the mirror and it was a guy in another SUV trying to get by me via the shoulder on the exit from the highway. I moved my car so he can get by and this guy drives by while giving me the finger. What the hell? Why are people so retarded on the road? It made me want to speed up next to him and drive him off the road. But instead I turned to the jazz station and tried to think what the Jazzman would do. I'm sure not everyone on the road is a bastard because I know some of my friends who drive like bastards and yell at people who drive slow. People usually get carried away with this road rage, they honk and flip fingers before they listen to jazz and try to think from the other driver's perspective.