I've been drinking this generic "Shaw's Brand" Root Style Beer. It's just not right. The best root beer will always be A&W, the original draft root beer. A close second is probably Barq's, followed by Mug. After that I guess it could be anywere. My mom hate's rootbeer, so don't ask me why I like it so much.
Anyway, today was mostly horrible again, and I don't understand it. After C.D., I went over to the LB, changed the channel, went upstairs, dropped my stuff, went down, ate lunch, and then went to student services to get a work authorization form. It totally sucked, because I feel like such a hypocrite, participating in all these federal programs that ideologically I don't agree with. So anyway, I went to go get the form signed by Amy Grill at The Emerson Channel, and I caught her crossing the street on her way to a meeting. So I couldn't have her fill it out right now. I went to go upstairs, and I couldn't find it ANYWERE. I checked the front desk, the dining hall, and the floor of student services. Nowere. I was so pissed off that I went up to the Tufte Center, and sat in the 11th floor stairway singing random lines from songs and staring out the window for about a half hour.
Then I decided to go and get my October Transit Pass, which took quite a while. The closest place to buy a T pass is Government center, a good 15 minute walk away. So when I got there I asked if they took Visa. No, they said they didn't, so I had to go to the bank, which was another 8-10 minutes up the road, and I had a whole fiasco there. Finnally I withdrew 50 bucks to buy my T pass.
Back at government station, they told me to go through the turnstiles and downstairs to buy my pass...effectively getting me into the system for free. So anyway, I bought my pass, and I was still so pissed off about losing my ID that I hopped on the nearest outbound train. It was the blue line, and I took it all the way out to the airport, where I got off, looked around, and rode back into the city. I really missed my friend John then. We could've had so much fun together, but I don't think I'm ever going to get him to come up to Boston. It sucks.
So when I got back to the Little Building, I checked all the places again. And just when I was about to give up and plunk down twenty-five dollars for a new ID, I spit out a horrible prayer. "What is this God? Is this punishment? I started getting things together and you said 'oops, things are starting to work for Ezra, better throw a monkey wrench into things'. Please help me find the darn card."
I remembered that since I had used the card to go to lunch, I had it then, and the only places I'd gone before I noticed it was gone were the dining hall and student services. I felt like I needed to check Student Services again. I don't know if it was a prompting or God answering my prayer, but I checked again and sure enough, they had it. I can't imagine God answered my bratty, terrible, disrespectful prayer from an impudent person.... but he must love me, a lot more than I love myself.
So I forgot about changing the channel because I was so glad that I had found my ID, and then later that night I had to work on some dumb project so I couldn't get to my Women in Motion meeting. Argh. But oh well. I guess that's if for today.